its hail dr«cge4.- and now tf

CHAPTKH IX—CwiMnnei.

It wo Torre vpeakttir coolly. Mi role* steady and Indifferent. “I should like a word with you." “Havo I time to handy words with your cried the rancher angrily. “This last thin* you hare done Is Insanity, Torrs. Ton hare gone too far." “Or not tar cnoogh T ‘Which Is Itr HU voice was etarn now, snd ran* with defiance and triumph. He sure of himself, of his position. “I told you." he ran on. his cheeks flushed now, his voice ringing out sdll more dearly In the hush In the room. “1 warned yon what I should do. X asked twenty thousand dollars last night and yon refused to m ' Ton were a fool! “Now I ask fifty thousand: And I shall get It I don't fade behind words; 1 am not afraid ef the open I play my game of dies arhei^ all met can see the Irory cubes roll out of tt<

box!

“It la I—I who hare caused the disappearance cf the Senor de la Goena. It It I who hare caused the senorita Teresa to be taken away from under your very eyes. And 1 do not deny It For the game Is miner Ton wouldn’t dare—* began Stan-

way.

Tone’s short laugh cut into Ms swift words. “Dsrs! Don’t I dare everything stand up this way before yon and tell you what I have done, what I am going to do? Mother of God, 1 dare anything 1“ There was bravado in th« words, arrogance, a haughty disdain of the men who held Mm prisoner, who looked Into Ms face with hard, hungry eyes, who thirsted openly for his blood. Be saw the look, aay the tightening of lean brown hands upon dagger MU nnd revolver—and *~ laugbed at them. “By Heaven 1" muttered Stairway half aloud, “he's a man anywayr He whirled and went out. calling hit last short orders savagely. Gac cbo was already at the patio, calling that the horses were ready, that several of the men had already ridden southward after the hammering hoofbeats. Stanway flung himself Into the saddle, teeth set. face whits, heart Ijouodlng madly. Then he and Oancbo raced away upon the second Invasion o' * “ war with Itself, where every ■>**> must carry Ms owe hope In his own

bsQ**

They rode across drying Streams and through sun-baked arroyo*. along dry, barren ridges, through Uttls

Pedro would lire.

Here a knife bad bit deep and bad cost Pedro much blood, but by foiv

tune and a fraction of an vital point had been reached.

Celeetlno, as white and more weak than Pedro, lay very aUll, not having

might lire, for Celesttoo had a

derful store of health and vitality In that great frame of Ms. The doctor would come again, tonight or early

Still Torre and Juares w ere'prisonv; still Demptc* fretted and^mpad and sulked In thh Areat Ubnirf. ' Torre looked tfc OMty.aBs «pe« eager, expectant. Srarpvay glanced at fc^n, giving no'matisfaetlon In the look# to Ms leader with both <pr»-

“Now.. JoKfa.--j . Stanwny threw open tte door «t the Senor de Iff ^faRa's bedroom. lifting a vary white handkerchief to her very b!aeff~eyea, crossed herself and stepped over the thresbd. . \ , ' ^ r ' w r “I^ok. Josefs! la there anyth.ng Jashigr ■ r * i* ’ He, had the key In Ms had *ot seen H. He lack

a momeni

I Ing.^not sure why -be

eyes, showing again is she folded smoothed her handkerchief, roved

about the room.

She shook her head slowly, and Still her eyes went upon their quest.

“There

aald. speaking thoughtfully.

“Pedro," asked Stanway. with quick glance at the other bed and then coming to Pedro’s ride, “how are things with you?" " “Not so bad. senor." Pedro rered faintly. “The senorita?" “We have not found her yet" Stanway admitted regretfully. “But we shall find her soon. Pedro. Did you see the men who attacked you? Do you know where they came from? We had ac-ntliKl* out all night They rore that no me came from across <e border.” Pedro shook his head. “I was asleep, senor. Then I heard Celeatloo call out 1 thought he dreaming. I sat up. half asleep, you know, senor. Then I saw. There were three men. I think, four. I don’t know. One struck poor Uno as he mt up, and another sprang at him. But then they were upon me too. and I beard the senorita cry out and they struck me over the head and put a knife Into me here." “And then they rushed Into the seno.lta's room?" “It U so hard to know what hap■ned. senor. I don't think that they went Into the senorita's room. When 1 woke my eyes went first to her door. It Is slway- the first thing which see whet I wake. It was dosed. “I think that it waa locked. I tell you 1 heard her call out while Celeatlno was being struck, before they made everything go black for There were other men In there. “I suppose they came through the balcony. But these men—where did they go? How did they come In?" HU voice sank to a trembling whisper. “Senor. can It be that the servants are traitors? That they haye let these men In and let them

go?"

“That Is what I hare been thinklay ail day. Pedro. Bet yon mustn’t taik too much this time. I’ll come

to see again."

“Walt a minute, aenor. There if

one other thing."

fita'.way came bark swiftly. “What U It?" he demanded aherpty. sr/ing s light In Pedro's eyes wMch bad not been In them before. “It U something which I found. It fell from th< hand of one of the men when Celeetlno struck back at him. I had them bring it to me here. I have not talked about U; I hare

waited for you."

HU hand was fumbling under hU

blanket, and he brought a key. very heavy snd old. made rudely of Iron

d. like ti.e old keys of the mlwlon Odya. some eight inches long. “I am uot sure," Pedro wh'.i

h'a eye* feverishly brig 1 ’*. “Ton can

tell. Call for Joerfa. W»e cares the aecor’s room*. Have her go tl

with you. Let her see If anytMng U

leg. She will know;

cared for his rooms for twenty yeara. Will you lit me know, aenor? Here

is the key."

A sudden hope leaped op into Stanway*s heart as his hand closed about the old key. a hope which in no way «»uld he explain. If this were the key which un’oeked the place where the old master—yea. nnd the young mistress —had been hidden, what then? He was as far as ever from knowing where was the lock which thU key fitted And yet Pedro's

rds—Josefs—

■I'll let you know. Pedro 1" he called back from the door. And he was rone, walking swiftly through the house, making for the old eervlng

She broke off suddenly, her old figure growing rigid, her eyes brightening. Then she ran across the hrim to a far corner which wna a bk.Tn shadow as 8tanw_y held Ms candle

above hie head.

“It U gone I" she cried.

In her voice. “

for twenty yeara—for more twenty years 1 And It U gone!" “What. Josefs?” Stanway hurried to bU side. “What U It that U gone?" “The key!" she whispered, her

*t

AULSHOWRIBBON

Dresses foe Midsummer Are the Prettiest in Years.

Net Laos end Sheer Organdie Frocks In Particular Call for the New Effects in Way of Trimming. Nothing prettier or more delntHy feminine could be Imagined than the ribboo-ruQ midsummer dresses of this year. Net, Ure and sheer organdie frocks hare satin ribbon of two-inch widlh run through shirred casings, the ribbon emerging here and there to make a coquettish bow. Several of these dainty frocks hare been worn on the stags this winter. There were three at least In “Glorlanna" nnd ) determined Ingenue In “Miss. Nell _ New Orleans" wears a delectably youthful frock fun with pink ribbons; one across the bodice and three across the skirt, the emerging bows of ribxnlng under each other, all the way down the frock. ▲ lovely cummer afternoon dress for a young girl la of white net, with several shirred s on bodice, tunic and skirt nnd blue satin ribbon run through i rasing. Care should- be taken, planning such a frock, to have the ribbon-nm carings at equal distances apart. One across the bodice just below the bust; one at the Mp and another at the knee, usually makes a graceful proportion of trimming, course, the wide elbow sleeve will be finished at Its edge with a shirring ribbon, and a smart bow of the ribbon on the other side of the sleeve.

SEVERE STYLES COME BACK

He and Gaucho Raced Away. the merciless grind of the day upon spent horses whose legs trembled pitifully under them. And they had found what they found before-noth

log.

Stauway did not stop to sot «• to rent. He drsnk thirstily st the lesplug fountain In the patio, and w«. timcvdlately tc the house and to tne room which was now an Impromad hospital ward for the accommodatlou

f I had Celeetlno.

He found Pedro coaarioua. very

CHAPTER X. A Bold C me.

“You will know. Josefa. if there la anything mining from the master’s ''""sh senor. I *now «•«*» mtU thin*. There has been no change for n> Tbe^smsll. wrinkled, almost black face of the lltue old Indian woman looked up curiously Into Ktanwars.

•Then come.

I art U* hurry."

t throngb

whit* a

he had lot

which

id eoroe >, leaving

lie led the way. They

the drawing room, win-re one of the hoL* sertaUts was lighting the car ireTwhere Torre wa. P-‘1ng b.«-g

,-jd forth, bis rerilesal

tor the first time-

de la Guerra

i Showing

voice suddenly dropping “See wl It hung against the wall. See where It hung so long that U left Its own shape like a picture. But who could hare taken It?" Stanway, peering above the old woman's head, the candle held dost to the -rail, saw, dimly enough but plainly, the mark which the kay, hanging from a little peg. had left. “What key waa Itr he asked sharp-

ly.

“The master's. He would allow no one to to-ich tf. He i-ad It kept there always, where be could see It In the morning, at night when he went to bed. And It Is gone!" “But." cried Btanaray Impatiently, his hand upon her arm, “what was It for? What did It oper?" Josefs 'looked st Mm with wide eyes. “But the master would be angry If he know. He has had. It there for twenty years—much longer, * think." “But. Josefa." Stanway hurried on, “enn't you think what door It opens? Can't you guess? i must know. Josefs. Think. Is It some roc house here?" “No. no, senor 1 Not here." Josefa shook her head. “1 should know, then. I think, aenor. It must lx- the key tc some room In his beloved Spain. It Is for no room upon the rancho. Of that I am sura, aenor." "What is this, Josefa?" Suddenly he bad drawn the great heavy key from Ms pocket, holding it before her eyes. Sh* stared ut It then with a little cry put out her ■baking hands for It “That Is It gntdaa a Dios mu’.trred. “We shall put It oark so that the master will not be angry when be returns. Quick, aroorl Let us put it back. Maybe It's being gone brought the bad luck. Maybe when It U on the wall once more good luck will come back to the rancho. It waa pot until he had again hung the key ui>on the peg that Sianway succeed' d lu getting the now delighted Josefa i" leave the room. When she had gone he closed the door, catno back to the key, and took It a^aln In Ms hands. "That opens the door behind which ha Is a privwer," he told himself half angrily. "He and perhaps Teresa. I have the key, end I can't tell where ihe door la And It la getting dark. ^Long snd moodily he Sts rod at the --•nberHome key. Its dull surface ■eemi 1 to him to be hiding from Mm • he thing* be wanted to kno» (TO UK OONTINCED

There la a revival of the correct and neat tallleur such as we wore r fifteen yeara ago. One might even say that there Is no difference In the cot. either In skirt or Jacket. Tbt little handkerchief In the side pocket and the flowers In the buttonhole hare resumed their place. Often it coat In rolor or a white border ig below the vest adds to the ■mm tm— of this costume. The only ierence between the severe tallleur of today and that of the older mode la the Insistence on the wide waist; there la no Indication of corseting or

of girdle.

This return tc the strictly tailored costume for street wear, the resumption of the dear definite line*, and the desire to be free, on street costumes, from hacumbeting folds and restless fringes and floating panels Is very decidedly marked among the women of mart world. One may see the ft who sponsor this aew mode jumping out of their care In front of the hotel looking as If they were ready for horseback, wtih a flowery buttonhole in the left revars. or perhaps a

>»••! I*- «»•

FOR MIDSUMMER DAYS

Cool, summery gown of soft autumn

for afternoon wear. Th* Girdle frock, R la called. Th* beading la wary unit. and the girdle of otd'bhm i

It la with this Idea In mind that « great dressmakers are thinking of bringing back the Louis XT jacket, that is to aay, the jacket worn by the men of that period, which opened over waistcoats of heavy stuffs Imported from London. They are In brilliant colon printed with English hunting scenes of the eighteenth century/— From the Parts Letter In Togo*. COOL-WEATHER COSTUME

FASHION IN NEW BLOUSES Probability That the Bmartost Will Reach Well Below Normal Waistline—As to Bloovaa. Designers of blouses appear to have finally decided that the model reaching will below the normal waistline la quite the smartest thing. The question of sleeve length Is now being bandied about. French-designed blouses brought over this season generally show very short sleevee—in fact, some are entirely sleeveless. American women hare never favored the very abort sleeves for daytime wear, poet emphatically not for street wear, but the three-quarter4ength sleeve has alfavorite whether In Indications are

that the

ron win have threequarter4ength

sleeves.

Handsome laces are used to make blouses for wear with separate skirts of satin, net or chiffon. In this way an unusual and Interesting costume may be developed, and as the waist of a dress made of one of the very sheer materials usually wean out before the skirt shows any signs ->f wear, the separate dressy blouse of allorer lace Is an excellent Investment. It enables a roman who la economically Inclined to utilise every Mt of available material and wear each frock until It Is wholly

worn out

For blouses of georgette, chiffon crepe de chine Is a favorite trimming. Artificial flowers are also effoctively

B'ack panne velvet makes this attractive model for Fall.

Thoae Old Crochet Edge*. Too probably never thought to again the crocheted edges aln used. And you can. by the very si tuple expedient of tutting the edge away and crocheting a single chain to connect the remaining loops. It U a very simple matter after that to sew on to the new edge a* you would a fre*h lace edging. Then should the old edging be obviously oM. what say you to treating it to a dye Imth? Wonderfully effect!“O are dyed laoee of •arts just now. And whether you arc going to uric the edging on frock or blouse or undies, the dyeing can bold good for alb A further suggestion Is to dye the undies and the edging at the same time, so as to be quite sure

that they match tip.

Among Novelty Pattern*. Bouquet dealga* of simple field flowers hi their natural colors, daisies, popples snd cornflowers on ' vivid grounds, such as yellow and green and on the ever coosenratlve navy blue, arc aiuowg the other novelty patterns.

FASHION’S FANCIES

All is.x frocks are being shown In

color.

Pinked taffeta rnchlnga are being Introduced. A frock of buff organdie is stitched effectively In green. Lace and chiffon parasols are worn with lace and georgette. Cock feathers are atlll the best liked decoration for small hats. A sailor of tan pineapple straw, mushroom shape, la smart. An oilcloth motorcont In wMte nnd red has three buckled belts. White orgaudle and black velvet appear together, even in capes. Gray and black primed vollea are often chosen for the matron. A dress of almond green satin la daintily embroidered In silver. Many of the extremely low necks are now being veiled with tnlle. Heavy black silk jersey suits are embroidered with tan colored silk. Evening gowns have a new rule; very low fronts and very high backs. Qualm frocks of English prints are trliumed simply by bands of plain white braid.

THE BRAVE FLOWERS. “You're so brave, flowers,” said th* rainbow fairies. “Now and then we wonder how you can ever stay Lera and bloom and blossom." “Oh, fialnbow falriff.” odd the flowera. “we must stay here. We cannot leave It. or If we, onrae’rea. leave It we must have our family coma her* In our places. Our cousins must come, our sisters and brothers, our lib tie baby buds. - ... “You see. It la something too beautiful to leave Can't you understand that, rainbow falrleaf “Oh. yes. flower*, we can understand It" said the rainbow fairies, “for wa wouldn't leave here for worlds. There are our relations who Uva In other parts of the world, who come out at times, but we're around all the time Oh, such a glorious nfe as we d* lead." “Stiffsaid the flower*, "you think that we might want to leave It. you think that a little Mt." “No.* said ’the rainbow fairies, “we don't think that yon wyrald want to leave irwiiape, but we wonder how you can t.e bo brave, so brave to hang oa with nil the rushing torrent of wnter." - Now the rainbow fairies and the flower* were talking. Others could never have heard them talking. They were speaking In the flower and rainbow language which la a beautiful language aa you can Imagine. Beside them and over them and eH about them was a great waterfall. Ill fart, severer great waterfalls, as great as any In the world. All the time there was a rainbow, several rainbows In fact; and you know, the rainbow fairies live In the rainbows. They Uva In th.m at wa Uv* In houses, and some Uva In the green part aome la the golden stripes and some la the red stripes. There were many flower* around the rapids which were about the falls, and there waa a greet deal of lovely moos, and neither the flowers nor the moss teemed to mind the rushing water which ran so wildly past them and over them and about them. But the flowers which were talking io. the rainbow fairies were back of the falls, on the rocks and In the tiny “People like to come down here, don't they?" asked the flowers^ They’re brave, too." “Yes.' they're brave, too," raid tha rainbow fairies. “We can understand their bravery," told the fidwets. “Wle "kho# bd# they want to come down those many, many steps, snd take this trip across these little hrtdgos and go under tha falls That Is rainbow fairies, they .go back of the falls The tails at* falling way over there in front, and In the great apaea between the .falls and the cocks over which they dash people can go. . -i— Tt la wheo tbay're *n tha* trip, when they're all dressed up In oilskins and when they're getting very wet from aU the mist and water, (ben tt I* that they see os and. too, think that we're bra/s “But oh. rainbow fairies could wa heir but stay dnd see this glory 1 Could wr leave when all around us are «o great and mighty dashing nacera, and beautiful rainbows In which you live, which Join together In great half circlet and then bend down to kin tha sparkling water? “Could we leave all that rainbow fairies? You are here always always because here the mist and the sunshine are chatting most of the Urns And we like to see you and to watch ou smile In your glorious brilliant

raj-

-They may think- we’re brave, they aay 1 The people ray as they pan

Not So Simple. The gingham gown la the fad of the hour, uh It was lust year for awhile, and It Is anything else than a "wimple gingham gown." A very stylish gingham grwn had a silk waist lining of plain blue with a vest of the silk, an overskirt of the checked i>!ue white gingham. It la not by any (.leans a gown that cun go to the tub, but has to be “dry desm-d,” and. to tell the truth, it Is not at all a cool l-<wn, such aa It looks to be.

*011. bow can those Utile whit* flowers ttsnd all thel rushing wster over them? Wr should think they couldn't stick on.' "Yes. they may ray that, but oh, who thlnki about bravery when U'cr# Is great, great beauty to be seen? We're oo happy. We live In a world of the most marvelous and glorious beauty. We're friends of the great waterfalls. of the sunshine, of the sparkling Jewels made by the two Jewelers, Sun and Water. We're not only brave flowers. We’r* lucky flowers 1"

If You Want to Be Happy. Did you ever know a suspicious, fault-finding person who se-med really happy? Of course there is only one answer to that question. No one can be happy who looka on the world through suspicious eyes and to aU the time grumbling and finding fault. And since all of you are anxious to bo happy, would It not be sensible to substitute for suspicion, trust, and for faultfinding, appreciation?—Girls'Companion. Not So Bad aa It Sounded. * “What's that chap you went to college with doing now." “Oh. he's making a living with a hand-orgHn." "With a Hand organ? Gee wt:*!“ “Yes, he's running a very aui-cewful manicure Journal."—Boston Evening Transcript. Described. “IV what I* a bolehevtkir "A bolahevlkL my boy. la a man who cannot play the game of life according to the rulra"