yoahr - . Ti e tbraat la tk* n*»*» Toice apaln disturbs Stotniy. He h*A a teellajt «!.!<* be cavM o«t entirely rcaaon down that Tone Besot what be was Raying. Than be looked at the half dAiea Etero-teatocaA, fattbfol eerva who t ereed the Pe la Guerra as

subject*

He stood before one of them which looked to the bonier, half ready to expect a rash Of cavalry through the

olive trees.

He eaw the dtwe trees away to the little, warm wind from the watched hfc window curt at at slowly like oM breathing; noted how the moonlight glided the ripe fruit upon the orange tree*, and. with a last look toward the eastern wing of the bouse, where e little balcony jutted out among rosea, be jerked down hla shade, fastened hie window, placed a revolver upon the chair at t and went to bed. A low, Insistent rapping at his Uoor-

Stanjrsy sat op In bod. a sudden shiver of uneasiness upon him. “Who It ur be called sharply. “It la Logo, sen or. Sec or Torre a«ds me with a message. It '.a to come to the drawing-room immediately. He baa something to say to you. He says It la very Important. He io«!Ws you come to him before It la three o’clock—within fifteen minutes." “He bar his nerve." muttered Stanway. “Tell Mm to be more explicit or to go to the devfl." Lugo chuckled bis approval, and hurried away through the still bouse, ytsawey lay back upon Ms bed and closed bis eyes, only to open them quickly to stare Into the darkness of hlx room. * He was remembering those forebodings which bad come to him with Torre’s veiled threats; be wzt feeling an nueaslnaas which be could not drive out. Torre had aeo*. for him In the middle of the night— Again he sat up. groping for matches and a candlastick. In the little yallow glow be saw that It lacked but ten minutes of three. He sprang out of bed. drew on his clothes hurriedly, arJ hastened to the drawing-room. “Ah, sen or, you are very kind." Torre’s sails was full of mock-prlitenesa. “To trouble yourself ao at Me lightest wlah of a gaest l*—" -Get down to buslreaa If you have any." Btanway iP'.errapted bluntly. “What la tir “I want a word with ycu la prtvata," Terra answerud quietly. The man was fuUy dressed and now rooe from the reach upon Met K- bad been lying. “There U 23 i r-eLoa to the others being la tbs room, but at least let us stand at tbs far aide of the chamber ao that Uwy may not bear." “If you have anything to aay. mr It aloud." Stanway retorted. Tam tired of your way of doing business, Torre. Mow, what is ur Torre shrugged. “Then I abali be tUmt.'’ be aa|d carelessly. “1 think that you are making a mistake, aaoar." * Was be? Stan way didn’t know. He looked about the room. Juarrs seemed to be sleeping heavily upon

» <■«- s_--v^r-- Ok position to be the kgy to tbfc sltnatloo, and you must t _e that- If for any reason the vaqueros in some sodden fit of put a violent end

“It would be like A . l iril destroying die key

la a prison

to Ms rberty. eenor."

-“Go

i aay r, don't

Tou wUl la' glanced at bis watch. “It la almost three. This you must understand: If such a thought should come Into the Tacuaro#’ bloody minds I shall look to

you as my protector.

"Now"—his air, hla smile, carriage eloquent of a laughing Impudence. he stepped dose U the shuttered window—“now something

la going to happen."

Suddenly his band shot out and a pane fell from the window, broken into many pieces, tinkling upon the carpet. Torre put hla face to the opening he bad so rudely made and called out sharply, aloud: “Abora. compaoeroa! Striker A revolver daubed Into sight ftaaway’a hand; a revolver was in the band of each vaquero la room. The air was charged with

“Watch him f" called out Stanway. ‘Jerk him back from the window!”

While be was [truck one of the

the table; Geocho bad understood and had put out the other lights. The room sank Into swift. Impenetrable

them, sat along the walls or iourged •Umt tha* room, pack mas of them as • atcbfal, hla eyaa as keen and sueI'Iclous as at the beginning Jf their elgll at Cask. And yah to splto of all this aecurlt>. in spile of the fact that Stanway end the De la Guerra servants were “nnad and their two prtaooers uourmsd, the rancher bad the odd feeling that there was a weakness la hl« 1**1 Uoa which be could not see. hut w hidh was very plain to the smiling Torre. And then hla curiosity de-cldz-d him. "Coma.“ be eald after a brief rao merit. And then again. “Now, what is ur He bad stopped to the far corner of 'he room, motioning two of the loungl, ig cowboys out of earshot. Torre. -MKiaalr, his manner gracefully In•lirretun’. stopped at the big mahogsny table to light bis cigarette at on<I canu* to Stanway *

«eaor" be said, bis now, bis words gusrdjbe but the rancher u. “For this is to the

Thank you.

"»7 of _ .

-’oa do rtft know that yet." ”11 la not meant that way.

Three of the cowboys bad thrown themadvci upon Torre, dragging him bach, bolding his arms pinioned at Ida aides. Stanway, with no minute lost, threw open the shutters, raised the window and peered out Into the nlghu was very still. He could aee little enough, but his straining eyes -an back and forth along the wall of house and were certain that there were no lurking forma there. told him of the heavy breathing he men behind him. but brought no sound of men without, lemember. scapr." called Torre, his panting voice telling of the treatment he was being accorded by men who hungered to take justice into their own hands. “Bernember about the key!" Stanway dosed the window aud the abutters, calling to Gaucbo for a light. The flicker of the match showed him Terr*: in the grip of the three men, bis fa.e looking a little pale, hla eyes very bright “If we are attacked." cried the rancher sharply, “it Is Torre who baa given the signal. Bemember be Is not to go free." Fierce Area leaped up In die sav-

big. brown, muscular hands corded ominously. A dock somewhere In the house twp. three. Stanway j souse on the alert, bis .•ting, hla heart dreading be knew not what And then came the thing be bad not looked for. U was a scream—a worn scream, rising sharp through sadden alienee, telling of sudden, rude awakening- of lad. gripping terror. “The senorita 1" shouted Go who. “Madre de Woal They are killing the eeoortur CHAPTER IX. The Key. Stanway bad si ready recognised the voice coming to them faintly from the far eastern end of the building; a great fear for Teresa bad already leaped out upon him. and be had flung open the door, .running toward be.' rooms. -Bemember r shouted Torre after him. “If I die—" “Gaucbo. Ksteban, come with met” called Stan way. bis voice "cutting through Torre’s swift words. The rest of you stay with jour prisoners. Do Dot harm them—until I.come beck. Tb<-y alone con help ua nave your master and mistress. But If they try to escape then shoot them like dogs I" And he was gone, running swiftly through the long ball, hla word* floating back acmes hla shcolder, the heavy bocte of C.sucho and Esteban pounding Just bdhlml him. Door after door be flung open as be raced on through the darkness, waiting for no cjndl^ He came at last to the broad stairway leading up to Terpen's i-oma, Gaucbo and Esteban at Ua heel*. .. Here there ana light, a candle burning *ow upon toe floor at the aide of iYdro's couch. And Pedro— ^ '•They have killed blrat" li »»* Gaudio's vole* to a little cr.wcaslonI'rdro lay upon the floor at the aide of hla couch, hla body half covered with the blanket* which t.ad fallen with him, bis face very white, a smear of Wood acmes temple and cheek.

rushed st the dodr wf Terass’a P» door wss locked. He c«fle& T ¥ t * *»» M* «nsw«v Everyth tot was perfectly MiM, He knocked St the door loudly, calling again. And txm, when sBmce answered hb*. A great fury swept through him, Ida brain seemed to be ou fire, his voice seemed to him to come from a great distance as be shouted for an ax. The ax came, but he had not wafted for it A heavy chair hnd splintered against the oak panels, but the pant!* themselves were no obstacle to the fury of hla attock. They burst at last, hi* band found the .k4x la {he lock upon the other side of the .door, the door was flung open. Nothing, nothing but wnpfcfet as'Smd a wild disorder which fold, had le needed the tellln-, of the gtrl’a abduction ! That cry of hem 1 straggle, brief and Ineffectual. And Teresa was gone with nothing behind to show whither. Stairway ran through all the room* of her dainty suite, calling. Silence and emptiness were his answers, threw open the windows to bar oel-

cony.

“Horse*." be shouted. “Gaocho, ran to the stables. They, are taking her across the border The vaquero. too, heard the thud of running hoofs out there la the darkness beyond the oranges, unde stood, cud sped upon his errand. "Here la poor Celestlna. sc nor.” said Esteban. He was kneeing on the little landing a few paces remov from the spot where Pedro lay. think that he Is dead. They have i truck him on the heed, rial but It Is a nasty blow, and from behind." Btanwcy scarcely I.eard the man. He was looking for a ladder, seeking to see how Teresa bad been carried from the bouse. There was nothing. Be thought that there bad I many men here; that a man b> bad caught the girl in bl* arms «a she was dropped down tc him; he shuddered at the thought, and once nlng. now down lb* stairs, which be took almost st a bound, through the dim'corridors, and toward the drawing room. “The senorita r several voice clamoring at him. “Have they harmed her? Blood of the I have they dared lay band upoa herf" “She la gone," be Answered crUy’g. “Listen, componeroa. This I# the work of Torre yonder. Ton know On#. you must not harm him—yt*S There la time. See thst he does -.»* escape. If he does not bring the aenorita back to us safe* unharmed— (ban v.« shal. know what to do, Shall we not, companeroer They answered Mm ty alienee axfi the quick turning of black, fierce eye* upon the man who had this ascend thing to answee to them for. Terre summoned bis old bravado sad the smile which went with It. Torre did net epesk, but. turning say, mad* a cigarette. Captain Joare*. seemingly Just awakened, threw bis blanket aside and sat up qp hla eyes roving from face to face, coming to rest at last upon Torre’s aa though be were 'waiting a

e of s crisis

HU

grave ca Torre's, his ac

(TO BE COimNOKD.)

There U nothing that to nearer to yon than heaven. Paradise and bell. Into which of them are you Inclined, and to which of Omm you tend to walk, to that to this lifetime you are near. Ton are between both; and there Is a birth between each l them. Ton stand in thU w*W between both the gates, and you nsva both the births in yon. God beckons to you to one gate, and call* you; the

and calls you; with whom you go. with him you enter to. The devil baa to hi* bend power, honor, pleasure end worldly Joy. On the contrary, Ood has la Ms bonu croaeia. persecution, misery, poverty and sorrow; but In the root of tbes* la a Bra; lo the fire there Is light, and in the light the virtue, and In the virtue the paradise.—Jacob

On the Pike.

The old national pike, that mngnlfl•m road that used to run from MaryUnd to liUnrts. wttneeaed aotne sharp brushes of fast driving and many an ndrentore of ’ravel. The New York Tribune tells one etory about Henry Clay, who was sometimes called the •Tilher of the Turnpike." Be was traveling along the pike In a coach, when the horw-s ran and spilled him ou? headlong Into the tntry road “No barm done," b* said when the driver nwtoed to pick him up. “Only a poor mixture of Pennsylvania send with

Kentucky eU>

SEA IflLg CITY, N. J.

FasNixw Authority Tells of the %Jvi

fvance Guard.

Americas Coat Suits Excel the French Models In Both Style end Beauty.

While It may eeem a little early to speak at faahkms to cthne when all of us are still concerned with what 1* worn at this moment, the fact that the past month has brought ao many buyers back from Europe makes the ■onslderatlon of fall effects not only timely. but Interesting as well, observe* a fashion authority. For the first time In several years many booses have returned to their pre-war custom of sending representatives abroad, and’ve are told that the Part* shops ere ao filled with shoppers that one is gtven a check with a number on It so that one has to wait one’s turn to be served. However beautiful the French dresses and gowns may be. the fact remains that the American coat suits outstrip them lu style and beauty also. Perhaps this is because no other women wear coat suits quite so successfully as do the American. We need not look abroad, therefore, for cut and design of onr winter suit*, although we may accept the lovely fabrics grate-

fully.

It la said that our American makers promise longer skirts and therefore a three-quarter coat to top them. The kimono sleeve la looming up to replace the recent tight shoulders and j .rung skin-tight sleeve. A new collar, j saucer shaped. Is here, out of which we will lift our chins as we were not nWe to do with the high stralghtaround affairs. The saucer .collar fits closely around the throat and at the top baa a wider piece so made that It stands out and away from the face in saucer fashion. It la often lined with a shade contrasting well with the color of the coat Much embroidery la to be used, we Leiir. and buttons, too. and flying panels to give length. Indeed, some of thes« panels are most Interesting, for they float away apparently without rhyme or reason from t e top of the ooot, out are really stole* to throw around the neck and shon! >re to give extra warmth. Now and then they nr* fitted on the underside with pockets of fur for the hands. The pockets seem to be the supreme ornament and Is often a huge patch of fur or a tiny allt in the aide of the skirt or the coot Whatever the coat, cape wrap or one-piece drees may otherwise be or have, be sure the pocket is there somewhere. The vest will probably disappear, as It has been rather overdone and we have tired of It. In Its place I fear we will have an Influx of tbe Russian blouse or Cossack coat, since the manufacturers' Drat showing of models seems all to present tbe full overhanging waist effect easily obtained to this style of coat. Tbe belt and sash win, doubtless, because of this trend, play as Important a part aa the pocket.

PEACH-BLUE TAFFETA VEST

Never was there a season when the llttleet things of a woman's toilet mattered quit* as much. Previously a vest wa* Juet a vest. New It hao boon glorified Into a coot urn#—ihat Is If tho vest Is lovely. This vest lo a wonderful poach blue taffota with quantlUoa of gold lac# and tasasla and not.

To Clean Lao*.

Measure before washing If. ss In the case of curtains or collars. It Is Important to keep the ortgtnu! else and sbajK Very delicate Inra i-bmild be banted earefu"- . u a piece of mtton cloth ami washed on that 'o prevent atralrlng the loco. Wash ir. lukewarm water and soap solution squeeslag rather than rabbins out the dirt. I Blanch by setting In dlo-ct suuanlnc snd k -eplug moist with soap or borax aulutlon. Ulnae tboranghly.

LIGHT WRAP FOR THE SUMMER

A light wrap for this aeanen Is of a fancy wool weave Jersey finish, with collar and pockets of tan angora. Tho little toque Is trimmed with qlled

feathers.

HOP, SKIP AND JUMP HOBBLE Manners Reflected In Style at Clothes —flecall Egyptian and Japanese Way Of Dressing. The styles of our clothes have been responsible for some very interesting way* of walking. In fait, styles of walking are easily to be traced to the sort of skirts we wear. Or la It the other way around? Do we submit to extreme in skirts according aa we are willing to give up the privilege of taking comfortable, normal steps? This Is not tbe first rime we have hobbled. But tbe hobble of 1919 Is Just a little different from the hobM» of 191S. For one thing, writes a fashion correspondent, we are not ao docile about It. We cannot accustom ourselves to it for we have gone unchecked and unbolt#red for so many seasons. Bo this season’s bobble la characterized by something that resnnblse a hop. skip end Jump. We make a valiant effort a* if we hoped tny minute to be able to step forward unchecked, cud finally abandon our efforts to progress entirely. Then we either give up walking entirely o* abandon our tight skirt In favor of one that is wider though not so fashionable. At the resorts, where women have In other seasons promenaded to show their owa and to ace other women’s new apparel, and where only those who were too weary or too weak to walk resorted to the wheel chairs, It has been noticed that there were decidedly fewer promenaders among the women and an unusually Urge demand for the wbeql chairs.’ The answer Is not far lo seek. No matter how willing, nay. eager, you may be to stalk, if your ankles are shackled, you cant do It Hence you must either stand or consent to be wheeled. But there la nothing new at all about tbe bobble step. In fact tbe skirt an tight as to fore* women to take mincing step* acema to have been admired since the dnwn of history. Surely, the Egyptian women must have hobbled as much as tbe young woman of 1919, and the Japanese girl l» her narrow hemmed kimono certainly never knew the fredora that ecmee with the skirt that Is wide aud

abort

HATS FOR SHORT AND T ALL Headgear Most Becoming to Woman Below Avt'ago Height Compared With Other*. Rather large bat* are leaden to Rummer millinery, and sentiment Is about equally divided between the p»k*-*hap*d affair with . narrow back and the bat with wide brim of even width all around. A study of types will usually prove to the woman below the averaga height that If she wants a broad-brimmed hat ths one that flart>’> over tbe faro only aad Is cut narrower at tbe bark la tbe most becoming. A hat that has a wide brim all the way around I* the be«t selection for the tall beauty. Tbe small hat may be worn by tho woman of practically any height. The brlmles* hat, however. Is more trying to tbe average face than one with a brim to abode tbe face and ooften any Uoea. Dainty Trifts* for Girls' Uoo. Pretty lingerie* cla»|» arc made •.( cnHliel and Hu- snap fasteners with which they fasten are covered with tiny eruebeted Ollier elr.gps are mode of linen top, trimmed with s lulled edge. Both ure practical be cause washable. Ribbon «ta*|is are finished with Uny pink rosebutln. Any bits Vi crape de ciMm- or ribbon will make a cluster of the popular llltie bads that girls will deilghiedlj find a plnco for her huyerir. her beat bat or bag or her dunriug frock.

THE IPCKY STONE By RttZAWTH R. GREENE.

Jerry was foptigg home. . Anne's heart sang the words on* minute, and alghed them despairingly the next—for what would I’nde Nat* soy when Jerry told bus of their love and future plans? Th* troublesome qoeetlon lay tike a cloud upon Anne's happiness, as one by one her busy Angers tucked away exquisitely embroidered linens Into tge UiUr hope chest in bpr ryom. It wa* ridiculous to think that tho petty quarrel over the loss of a “lucky" stone should wreck her happiness, but Anue knew that her ancle had a reputation for belli* “act." which, alas, he managed to live fairly well up to. “But he won’t spoil my life. Just for an old lucky* atone!” argued Anne, one day to Aunt Jane; as they aat at their sewing. Twelve years ago Uncle Nate bad purchased at a ftlr In Buxton a glittering red bauble called a “lucky" atone. Then one fateful da?—Anne had neyer forgotten li—the magic stone bad mysteriously' disappeared out of fncle Nate’s pocket. It had happened the day that be and Jerry’s Unde Cyrus had mowed the ioufh Held together Anne remembered that her unde had been over"comr by the beat and helped to the boose by bis old pal. Cyrus. Lying on tbe lounge to the cool living room. Unde Hate had lapsed Into brief nnconsdcusnes*. Later that same day be had startled them all by announcing the leas of tbe “luosy" stooe. Then one dreadful day_Unde Nate, treniutous'with anger,'bad stamped Into the kitchen and wrath fully declared to Anne and Aunt Jana tltt "Cyrus had stolen the lucky atone!" Thus matte.v stood when on* Mqy afternoon Anne walked slowly, along the dusty road, from a trip to town." That her unde would never consent to her marrying Jerry, tbe .-.ephew of hla old enemy, Anne knew only too well; bnt Jerry,' joyous, undaunted Jerry still confidently believed that Unde Nate could be “won over." Absorbed In her thought*, Anne took tbe narrow footpath leading eereos lots to Aunt Jane’s, quite unconsdoea that a tall, kbakl-dad figure was hurrying joyously after her. The third rime that Jerry whistled, Anne turned and looked behind her. “Jerry—where on earth did you come-from?” aba cried-Joyously, aa bar lover flung on arm, wearing two gold service stripes, quickly about hrr. “Glad to see me. little girt?" ha asked eagerly. *” f ’ "Tea," breathed Anne, “but—" She turned away her eyes. How could she make him understand- the hopelessness of their love? Jerry, seeing her unhappy face, quickly divined lu meaning. “Don’t worry’ about Unde &kte, sweetheart." be said cheqrUy. "I’m going right now to beard the Uoa—■“ So together they crossed tbe'peatore to the field where Unde Nate wa* planting. Here Anne aft Jerry to make his way alone to her unde. Anne was In the garden wheta Jerry, white and determined, strode np to her. “Ton were right. Acne." he aald bitterly, “about Urde NaU—” “Oh. Jerry- I told you ao!" faltered Anne, woman-llke. “What did he aay?" “That no niece or ms should marry the nephew of a thief—" Anne nodded. “You see. It’s as 1 told you." she aald. “Onr only hop* to to find the ‘lucky’ stone—" “Anne. I'll not gtv* you up tor a dozen Uncle Nates. When will you marry me?" “The day Fm twenty-one," ah* flashed catching Ms spirit. “But thst's a whole year away I" Jerry looked disappointed. “Tea; but perhaps well find tbe •tone before—" After J'.rry bad gone Ame returned to tbe house. Derptte h.-r lover’s issuring words, ah* felt depressed. Presently soft footsteps aounded outside her door.

Anne’s answer was a sob.. TTicn quietly Aunt June opened the door snd came to. Tenderly sbe smoothed la el lent sympathy Anne's silken hair that hod esorped from its pins. There was no need of word* between them. But after Anne had had her ’’cry" •he felt better. I.*ft alone. Anne proceeded to raato range ber disordered locks. Finding one of tbe pins tnleoln*. end thinking that perhaps It had slipped Into the crevice In the back of tbe lounge ■he ran her lingers tnlo the oienlng. Hoicetblng hard touched her hand. Drawing It forth, a familiar red stone met ber astonished gaxe. The ’lucky’ atone!" cried Anne In credulously; n'lnembering suddenly the.! thla wan Ihe lounge upon which h--r uncle bad lain tbe day be bad suffered from sunstroke, ao long ago. Tlie stone must have fallen from bl* t>ockot then and lodgi-d In tbe lounge, where it bad remained bidden all these 7** re. “you've kept year eecrat pretty well, old unge.’’ eald Anne aloud, "but I've found you out si lapt." Thru will: Joyous steps sbe ran In seen it of Uncle Niile, who soon •tralgbleti.’d mstterr. with Cyrus, much to the comfort of Anne nnd lorry, wbe together with Aunt Jane. Cyrus and Uncle Nate, celebrated the reunion which hid bhwgtit boundless Joy te oil. especially Anne and Jerry. ICepyrlsbl, 1*». McClues Kswspspsr tya-