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THE MINNEAPOLIS SUNDAY TRIBUNE: MARCH 1(5 1010 nilllliUlJBJBSFHP FE I r.cr. TCX ane 'Phelps i ii ig.tw.ii i.awiuxi,i. i.mh w8Wm iwiiiihiu 11 IriiG the children whoso fathers had cone My shoulder stiff, but that's about all. I'll be gunning for the Huns who did Ruth also told Mandel of this letter. That ho seemed rather indifferent, she x- 1 1 Women Who Plead for International Suffrage CHAPTER CXXX.

Mrs. Clayborne had tried to get Ruth to Tesign her position. She pleaded her own need of her society, the baby's. But Ruth always refused. "It is my job, Aunt Louisa.

Mr. Mandel has always treated me wonderfully as you know. It would be V.ase ingratitude to leave him now when he ii so short of help, and so dependent upon me. Aud another aunt: I shouldn't be I love "my work. I care no more for home work than I ever did.

1 dislike it juit as much. I am not needed i 1 i BWra- At fW That women nro interestinL' themselves in the settlement of the world war is shown by practically every news dispatch that has come out of Tans since the Peace conference opened its sessions. During the atay of President Wilson a large delegation of women, representing many countries, asked that they be given a place at the conference and allowed to report on conditions concerning women and children throughout the world. The delegation, here shown, waa made up as follows: First row, left to right, Mrs. J.

Borden Harriman, United States; Mme. De Witt Schlumberger, France; Mme. Pichon-Laudry. France. Second row.

left to right. Mrs. Juliette Barrett Kublee, United States; Dr. Katherine Bennett Davis, United States; Mme. Brunscheig.

Third row, left to right, Mrs. Millicent Garrett Fawcett, Great Britain. Fourth row, left to right, Mme. Brigode, Belgium; Marie Parent, Belgium. Fifth row, left to right.

Miss Nevia Boyle, South Africa; Mile. Van de Plas, Belgium. Sixth row, left to right, Mme. Sonnine Carpi, Italy; Mile. Eva Mitzhouma, Poland.

one thought of Mollie King disturbed Ruth. "over there," before they were born) was forever iatherless. The poor. young mother clung pitifully to liuth, her constant moan being one of regret that he Tom never would see the boy he had longed for. Someway, this woman's complaint, that she wouldn't have grieved so if only Tom might have seen his boy, softened Ruth's feelings toward Brian.

He too might have died without" seeing his little sou. Rutu had not replied to his last letter, but when sho left poor Annie Raf-ferty grieving for her Tom, she went homo and wrote a long letter. She told him he mus be careful not to get hurt again, for the baby's sake. She said nothing of Mollie, but told him to thank that nurse, Mary Oid-dings, who had writtqn hiv when he was helpless because of his injured arm. Then she repeated bits of gossip she had heard from either Mrs.

Curtis or Claire Roberts. Kenyon was doing splendidly in his profession, and doing a great amount of war work as well. She had written: "He never ceases fo regret his lameness because it has prevented him from fighting. But I think he does as much good here as he possibly could over there. He and Claire are an ideally happy couple- She is right beside him in his war-work, and they seem so centered.

But then they are together which means a lot." Perhaps Ruth would not havp written that paragraph about Kenyon Roberts, had she realized that Briau often had compared her to Claire not to disparage her; simply to wish sho would make his home the same sort of a home that Claire, in her love for domesticity, made Kenyon 's. That he had felt many times that, if she had, ho also would have dono well in his profession. But that she had taken from him the desire as well as the necessity for hard work because of her determination to earn money, and relegate the keeping of their home, to a servant. CHAPTER CXXXV. Brian was Iwk with his regiment.

as new," he had written. Kuttt had not a'aiil given way to her despondency. And now that he was once more removed from her influence sho forgot Mollie King almost. She kept up her work among tLe children of the soldiers, and that, witn her work in the shop, a little social dissipation because of her aoot, and the rare she gave little Brian, kept bef every moment filled. Then came talk of the y.ar ending sooner than had bcn expected.

Th Germans were being pushed back day after day. While lttcs on both sides were great, yet those on that of th Allies were small as romparel to thos of the enemy. The Hon morale, too, was breaking the most dangerous thing in an army. iJagerly Ruth followed th line that each day advanced farther and farther into the country occupied by the foe. Like others, sha figured that if the Allies kept jtomjj with no real setbacks, ths war must end.

"Brian will soon be back if what the papers say about the wsr bein soon over is I roe," she sai to her aunt one day. "Y'ts 1 think the fighting is nearly over. It will be a long time before all the soldiers will come Briaa may be one of those to remain on dufr over there, een if the war ends. Don't hink too much of seeing him soon, dear. It would make your diftai poin-- mcnt the grentcr.

Then there is sti.t the chance "That he ncer may come back," Ruth interrupted, "I know. Y'et someway I fed. Aunt Louisa, that he will not le wounded again. I feel so sure he will eome back to baby and me." "That is the right way to feel it keeps you from worrying." Ruth longed to question her aunt. To ask her if she was planning to remain with her after Brian returned.

But she hesitated to do so, fearing bef answer would be tbat she would go home when he came back. In spite of her love for ease and for pretty things, Ruth had saved a surprising nmount while Brian had beea away. She still paid the rent of the apartment, but she often said laugh ingly that it was all she did tnv; that her aunt raa the house. Then, ton, Mrs. Clayborne was constantly buying clothes for both Ruth and the baby.

She tlalighted in dressing them both. So, aside from her charitable work and the rent, Ru'h had saved almost all of her salary. Sho had bought each issue of Liberty Bonds; nnd had given to the Red ('ioss. But the greater part of her giving had been to her own pet charily her war babies. After this tallf with her aunt, she sat down nnd figured how niueh she had saved in various ways; and how much she could add to it in the next few months.

Brian would have, noth ing to start with. His salary as a soldier, even as a commissioned olTicef would scarcely be more than he needed; surely no more than he would spend, knowing she and the bahv were having everything they wonted, Sho had written "much of her aunt's generosity, nnd had told Brian many times to spend his soldier's pay for comforts. She was surprised to see that, by the time he returned even if figured in months how much money she would have at her disposal. She had a plan in her head which was to be a surprise for Brian. She would fit up an office for him in a good location.

To his slender law library, she would add books that, he needed. Ho could start anew, feeling that they bad money enough ahead so that his mind could be giveji to his work, without the worry he had before experienced about money. She had said nothing of this plan to anyone, not even to her aunt. But as the papers reiterated their belief that peace was at hand, she thought more und mora of the pleasure it would give Bttsu. "He'll have baby to work for, now," she said to herself with a smile.

That, bad ho been allowed lo work for her, he would have been happier, never occurred to her; neither did she think it might havo prevented much of her own happiness. Then one day enme other uews. News which sho hurried home to impart to Mrs. Clayborne. 8he had hoard tb newsboys calling: "Wuxtro," tia bought one, opened it, and glanced at the first page, which contained an account of a big battle, as sho walked along.

"Aunt Louisa! where are you! read this!" sho thrust the paper into hef aunt's hand and then leaned over hef shoulder and read with her the" news which had so excited her. Copyright, 111, hr Oont kttttktw Adtmt, (To Be Continued J.J noueeu, huu rcsuireu, "He doesn't seem glad a bit," she said to nerseir, an lie is usunllv so enthusiastic over the soldiers." That Mandel had mado an effort to show his sympathy with her in her joy as he had in her anxiety, she could not know. Or that- he had taken himself to account more sternly than she enuld or would do, because of the realization of his failure. But Ruth soon forget everything save that Brian was once more all i right. In his letter he had not men-tioned Mollie, and neither had Mollio been bis nurse when he was first wounded and unable to write.

"Mary jtiiddings" had been tho name signed Ito the letter written by the nurse. I Ruth was joyous over the idea that Mollio had not beea with Brian in his illness. But her joy was short lived. In Brian's second letter he said: "It was dreadful to be lying there, having that plain looking woman for a nurse though she did her best and to know that Mollie was taking care of some fellow who probably didn't appreciate her. I think I fretted more over not having Mollie nurse me, than I did over my wouuds.

I have seen her twice since I left the hospital. You can imagine I mado her miserable bv finding fault because she wasn't withy me. just as thoug.i she eoull run from one hospital to another at her own sweet will just because some foolish homesick fellow wanted her. "We took a long walk together late yesterday afternoon when she was off duty. Wc talked now that I think of it principally of you and the kiddie.

No one knows how I long to sec you both. If the Huns don't do better than they did this time, I shall s-e you, and tell you how 1 love you both. Your husband anil the kiddie's dad." CHAPTER CXXX1Y. Angry tears came info Ruth's eyes as she read. The idea that even in "his sickness Brian should long for Mollie King, hurt her dreadfully.

He might have said he longed for her, Ruth. Of course she wasn't a "good pal" like Mollie King, she aid as she wiped her eyes, and she didn't wear a becoming nurse's uniform. To think he would fret more because he could ivot have Mollio with him, than he did because he was hurt. "I am glad he had a plain iiurjc. I hopo she was downright ugly!" Ruth said as the tears again started when she re-read the part of his letter telling of hit long walk with Mollie.

What if they did talk of her and little Brian they were together, while she was so far awav aud alone. homeway, Ruth could not overcome the bitterness this letter engendered. Sim thought of it almost constantly for days. It was ineoncei able that iff Brian reallv loved her, he would not long for Mollie as he said he did. Again ail the softness she had felt vanished, and she was tormented by the old jealousy and the old dist rnst.

wondered how long Brian would be convalescent, and if he and Mollie would spend that period taking long walks together. What did she care that thev talked of her and the bnbv? It was their being together that she ob to. Mie realized their intimacv would become even greater, perhaps, than ever. Women were like that; they were so sympathetic when a man they eared for was sick or injured Ruth never doubted that Mollie was in love i'h Brian, whatever his feelings toward her were. At times she now did Ruth believed that Brian also wai in with Mollie.

althotig'i she never could explain why he had not married her explain it to her own satisfaction. Of course Mollio would have been glad to marry Brian. Ruth "threw herself into her work with such energy after the receipt of this letter, that Mandel wondered whst had caused her to act as if she wanted to work harder than even the exigencies of the business demanded. He tried to caution her, told her she would make herself ill, Tind finally he became so worried by her feverish actions that he sent her to Philadelphia for a day or two upon some business another might have attended to as well. He thought tho change might be good for her.

Ruth dimly sensed his motive and, while grateful to hirn, she. thought: "If he knew thi.t work kept me from thinking, he wouldn't try to stop But in spite of her uneasiness about Mollie and Brian, the change did her good. Then, when she came back, one of babies" (as she called matter lies in the fact that legitimate modicmo failed, while recovery fol lowed under the influence of several women with so-called psvehic rowers. Such cases are worth careful scientific study. It is stirelv a reproach to medicine when patients such as these remain ill for long periods of time and recover by means such as are here described.1 "Dr.

Beale," it is reported, died many years ago, and after a deep sleep devoted himself to work on earth, using tho body of a "Miss Rose" and other persons possessing "psychic" qualities. "Dr. Benle" also had A kind of home in the unseen world where he treated recently-arrived spirits who were in trouble. His treatment was interrupted by his being suddenly called to higher spheres for a course of instruc-, tion. Fortunately, ho left a useful document, "Dr.

Prentice." It is also related how the possessing spirit is apt sometimes to forget tho body of the instrument and "the doctor has been known to ask if his trousers wero muddy or his tio straight, and hns really been annoyed to find upon looking down that ho had on petticoats and a lace collar." The fact remains that the patient Is said to have recovered, and the important question is how it camo about. The Lancet's authority says ho found two methods of treatment which are novel. By means of mscnelie massage "Dr. Benle" (i. "Miss drew out of the body "bad stuff" and threw it away, as it wcri, from the tips of his fingers.

When he was failed away during her convalescence he left behind a "psychic battery," upon which, however, she drew so extravagantly that she nearly had a relapse. The remainder of the treatment appeared to consist of massago and 'exercises continued for months, then gradually she was taught to use her leg muscles at last to walk. Within two yean she was wellt jirie; jicuci is uiriiecuv i. vuij'u icn to carry on the house without me. i Ko, I never was cut out for a housewife; so you may as well make up your minds to it all of you." Mrs.

C'laybourne knew Ruth. She Incw ber tenacity of purpose. So 6h: said nothing more, really being reeo i If iled to her being with Mandel although she would have been willing now to support both her and the baby. Mrs. Livingstone had become a great friend of both Ruth and her aunt.

She and Mrs. Clayborne were of about the same age, and found each other unusually congenial. Both were passionately fond of music, and what little leisuro Ihey had they often spent together af. eome concert. Ruth occasionally accompanied them, but more often she remained with little Brian.

Even when lie slept she felt she was caring for bim. But she had found a-real friend in the society woman, so much older than herself, who, in directing her charities, in introducing her to the world of earnest women who "without money and without price" were giving all their time to working for the soldiers, had done her a real service. Ruth was growing. At the shop she now nearly ran the business. They were taking on few orders which necessitated her going out of town (as people seemed disinclined to do extensive alterations bc-.

cause of conditions, and there were no new homes to decorate on account oi the building laws). But she found plenty to occupy her, right in the shop. She seemed to grow nearer Mandel that is, they grew more closely 1 intJiUI fTJIUUUb urcuiuiu lu.iumt Vt .11 lie uccusiuuuny nuuiu JCiti kU Mipn watch Ruth 'h face to see if she showed particular interest. He could hot understand her. Knowing what he i.

tlUliiw Ihe knew that he was more fond of Ihfnli; La l.n.l Arnoilfi flint Sluth would certainly sue for divorce ong before the time little Brian was born. That someway put or seemed to a different face on the matter. But tow, once again, he was beginning to hope that something might happen so that he might have Ruth for his own. Her devotion to his interests, her development along other lines, had given liim, hope that even now he might win ber. Then came Brian's answer to her ktter.

Brian had written: i Ruth: We arc just going into fight. It promises to be a stiff one. pome of us naturally never will come hack. Yet I have a feeling I shall tr.ome through safely. But 1 want to Ttcll you that I have taken out as much as I could get, for you and 'the boy.

I hate to think that, should 1 be taken, you would have to care for and educate him. Not that you are -not entirely capable, but that, in sonic way, I want a hand in his up bringing, lit only to supply a little of the cash. "I think of you two constantly. I haven't amounted to much, Ruth. Even -Jf I come back I am not sure that I ever shall.

The leopard and his spots, Wou know. Vet, dear, I haven't to be a bad husband. Circumstances, natural inclination, have been just a little too much for me, I guess. Sometimes when I lie awake at uight 1 try to figure out how much better would have been had I done differently; and 1 someway cannot feel I could have greatly improved Vou have been very brave, very Efficient, Ruth. I sometimes wonder vou kept going right up to the I left.

But your bravery equals of any soldier. And 1 appreciate 'you if I do not often tell you so. Per-lap I am afraid of spoiling yon. I "I have told Mollie, some of my iBlans for our bov should I never coino tack. She will tell you if it ever becomes necessary.

She is a wonderful Di tie pal, and has helped me to overcome an occasional tit of homesickness you an the kiddio more than anyone else could have done. "I am happy in thinking that your 'aunt is with you and will remain. I 'never bore her a grudge because she "thought me a sort of worthless scamp not worthy of you I never was. But Ithis is getting to be a very solemn 1 didn't mean to have it so. I 'nniy wanted you to know that 1 was of you and the kiddie the last when I went 'over the top' with -the boys.

I shall do my duty as a Ruth though I may have- failed Ins husband. Tailed in many things. "Tell the kiddie that I'll bring him a tjerman helmet; he'll like it iu a few rears. Good night, denr wife. 1 kiss you and our boy over and over again da my heart.

Brian." I Ruth was nioro frightened at the "danger Brian was in, than she ever Jiad been before. To go "over the top" sounded ominous to her when IBrian was to be one of those who went, fcihe shuddered as she thought of him Wounded, perhaps dying. Then resolutely tried to turn her thoughts to the brighter side of his letter. His faith 1bat he would come through unscathed; and his thought for her and little Brian. She Mniled through her tears the idea of a German helmet for the cooing infant in his crib; then -fobbed aloud as she re-read of the kisses in the soldier's heart.

"Oh, 1 pray he may eome back!" ehe said, snatching the baby to ber so forcibly je whimpered. 1 lie your daddy darling, and he's going over the top! mid perhaps he'll never eome back to us. and you'll never fee him, and he'll never see vou! Oil, baby, it is terrible to have Vim ft soldier, yrt you and I wouldn't Jove him as much if he wasn't! Wc couldn't! could we, baby?" jRuth stopped suddenly. Into her temperamental mind had eome what Brian had said of Mollie King, She was to be the bearer of his mcngcj if anything happened to him; she Jaicw what he wanted to say 1o her liis wifeand to his hoy. She.

Mollie King, would re and tul! with him, perhaps, just before he wont into the flM 1.1. 1 ul.nif f)li it Was unbearable, Ruin thought, her Ifnoranre of the ruled of warfare al-lewlff kir to think that Mollis tl m4 would hate to mako him suffer; or know he was unhappy. Her aunt noticed the blush and misinterpreted it. "It's a shame they aren't together and happy," she said to herself. "They are exactly suited to one another.

Then: "But who knows what may happen? Ruth is young." Then, before they had hardly accustomed themselves to thinking of Brian as a lieutenant, came other news. CHAPTER CXXXIII. Brian was wounded. He was in the hospital. The nurse had written saying he was pretty badly hurt, but doing as well as could be expected.

He was cunscious and hail asked her to write then not to worry. His right arm had been injured, also be had been struck in the shoulder by a pieco of shrapnel, making a painful wound. "Oh, I wonder if he is really not dangerously hurt!" Kuth exclaimed when she had finished tho letter. She hml turned pale as she read and hi hand holding the letter trembled. "I imagine tho nurse is telling i just as it is," her aunt replied.

"See, she rhvs she will write again soon wouldn't worrv, if I were vou. He is lias a good constitution, and will probai Iv be rack the lighting line in a little while. "Maybe but Oh, Aunt, what if) something should happen if he-should die!" Tears filled Ruth's eves. 'Now, Ruth, don't allow voumelf to even think of such a thing. Just write him a nice, cheery letter, then believe he is all right.

Y'ou'll hear again soon." Claybourne wai not as optimistic as she pretended to be. But she wanted to keep Kuth cheerful, and while trying to do so, speculated not a little on the eiTect his death might have on her niece's fu- ture. Ruth told Mandel at once that. Brian I I I I had been wounded. She told him toe hospital nurse had written, and that siie was fearful she had not told her the danger he might be in; that they had made light of it so tbat she wouldn 't worrv.

"No I wouldn't feel that wav," he encouraged, "I have an idea that those army nurses tell things pretty baldly. They haven't time to soften them very much, or to camouflage their words." Someway, his manner of speaking comforted Ruth. He looked at things from a man's point of view; not as she and her aunt did. Then, too, he was speaking impersonally. 'He would bo sorry for her if anything happened to Brian, but he did not know him, so talked of him as he would of any wounded soldier.

Perhaps she was foolishly aoxious. She couldn't expect him to wholly escape, when so many were killed. She shuddered as she thought. But if he "were badly wounded he might be sent home as soon as lie was a little better, then she would nurse him back fo health. She thrilled at the And until she received nct letter this one written by Brian himself she planned all sorts of comforts for the invalid soldier.

"I'll be back on the line when you get this," he wrote, "I was gassed a little. But am almost all right now. Among the facts collected by psy-1 chical research societies are details relating to the activity of ghosts endowed with healing powers. The ghosts, it is claimed, are now and then physicians who have "pass ed on," but return to earth owing to their interest in particular cases. Now and then, too, the departed medical man seems to take the form of a "possessing" spirit.

That is, he uses the bodily form of a person still on earth to manifest himself to the patient, who actually "senses" the individuality of the departed, however, clothed, iu the form of one still living. It would be difficult, as a writer in the London Lancet points out, to ridicule this sort of thing, especially when set forth in the fashion of a writer like M. 8.," who has just given the details of her case in a book, "One Thing I Know; the Power of the Unseen," which purports to be an autobiographical account of tho author's illness and recovery through the devoted treatment of an unseen spirit whom alio calls "Dr. Bcalc." K. M.

S. relates how she had been bedridden for 15 years, and for the past six years had been unable to sit up in bed for. more than two minutes without laying herself up for six or nine months. Exertion such as this, she says, made her utterly, exhausted, and her pulso rose to 110. She sometimes required food 30 times In the 21 hours, and so on, 8ho had consulted over a down medical men, had taken tonics, sedatives, slandular extracts, had resorted to various cures, massage, rest and hypnotism all to no purpose.

The "earthly" medical man, whose report Is niven. slates that there was no in dication of insanitv or hysteria, but that the disorder was clearly func tionat. i Tb story as told is no uncommon one in practice. The gravity cf the Ghost Cures most, if not quite, went as far as the trenches with Brian. lie had called her "a wonderful little pal." "She has always been that to him," Ruth said bi'terly, "His pal, while I was only bis wife." Dully the wondered which position she would rather occupy, "lie tells her things he won't tell or doesn't tell nie.

He has a better time with her than he has with me. It must bo my fault. For had he not thought he liked me better than he did her, he never would have asked me to marry him. He would have married her." So eliminating Mollie, her preferences, entirely. What Mollie done when Brian was homesick? Perhaps, could Ruth have known that the brave little nurse had worn herself out had bored herself almost to death, talking of her (Ruth) nnd of the baby whom Brian never bad seen she might have felt more kind- toward the girl Brian had called 'a wonderful little pal." But Brian nnd Mollie were 3,000 miles away.

So how was she to know-any of these things that might have brought her comlort CHAPTER CXXXT. Ruth plunged into her work for soldiers wives and babies with redoubled fervor. She worked at the shop until she was so tired that she slept as soon as she lay down. But each day she watched "the list of casualties with growing apprehension; and each nigiit she breathed a prayer of thankfulness that Brian's name was not among them. The war had begun to affect Ruth deeply.

It affected nil her standards, her ideas of life. The things that she and Brian might have disagreed upon a year ago, now seemed of no importance. The, important things of life, the strenuous life of the days in which she was now living smothered nil the other things which, until the war until Brian beeamo a soldier, had seemed of paramount importance. She used to think, if only Flrian would stop being negative if he would do something big, something positive that she would be willing to give up all her cherished pluns to please him. But he had been so supine.

The world was all around him, teeming with opportunities for action, and he let it pass him by while he cither loafed or dreamed or sulked. Ruth had wanted Brian to grow into something great, something noble. She had wanted to see liim high in his profession, one of the "shining lights." At first she had been whimsically in earnest about it. Then disappointedly anxious that he should redeem himself her belief in him. Now she had almost forgotten her drama of advancement in his profession, in her fear tlmt he would be too brave soldier.

That he would take the unnecessary risks his tempestuous Helpless Invalid nature might suggest. The fear she felt was than her disappointment had been. And prayed continually that he might be spared. What' if he wasn't great! Then one, day she saw it in the paper. Jt was ail in a paragraph by itself, piidcfully isolated from the ordinary news of the trenches.

Brian's name fairly jumped out at her. At first her heart stood still with dread, and she saw only a jumble of words. Then the words began to tit together. Then she read, and such a glow of pride filled her that she had to talk to someone. As Brian Jr.

was the only-one near, she addressed her remarks to him: "They have given your daddy a decoration for baby! lie went over the top, all right; and baby, he stayed over ami brought somebody, back, his captain or something, whom the awful (jermans had wounded. Your father is a great hero now, baby. They have told all about him in the paper. He will be a lieutenant now. Aren't you proud, darling? Mother is." "Whom are you talking to?" Mrs.

C'laybourne asked, us she came in. Whom do you suppose! To Brian Haekett, Jr. I was telling him all about Lieutenant Haekett who happens to be his father." "Lieutenant?" "Yes look at this!" and proudly Ruth showed her aunt the paragraph in the paper announcing that Brian had been decorated for bravery, and raised to the rank of First Lieutenant. For the first time Mrs. Claybourne showed real interest in her niece's hus band.

She read the short article which told so little, yet so much, over twice, then laid it down. "You feel very proud she said with a smile. "Indeed I do. But I knew Brian would make good as a soldier. He is verv brave, nnd wilted.

Per haps that, was what helped him save the wounded officer his quick action." "I am very glad he has distinguished himself. The service cross is not lightlv won," Mrs. Clayboumo said, and then left Ruth once more alone with her baby, and the paper. "Auntie was pleased, too!" she told Brian Jr. when again thev were by themselves.

"She looked pleased, baby, and she doesn 't like your dad, not much." All that evening Rulh was so hap-pilv rer.tless that she could not keep still. So finally she sat down and in a long letter to Brian told him how thankful ie was he was safe, and of how inordinately proud she was that he had won the Distinguished Service Cross. "I told baby nil about it and he is as anxious to see you nnd tell von how proud he is of yon, as 1 am. Honest he is even tho he can't talk," she finished whimsically. And while writing this letter not nut to crack.

Despite tho material benefits that have come to the peninsula tinder Japanese rule, the people of the once Land of tho Morning Calm remain Koreans. They have had no real leader since Yi lliung was deposed, however. Only by Koreans resident in other lands has the spark of nationality been kept alive, but nmong all the people the longing for independence exists, For Lis own nnd his country's downfall. Y'i lliung was largely responsible. His mastery of intrigue was directed tigainst the cffortu of Koreans to insti tuto reforms in their government as it was against the rnpneity of his country's enemies.

In consequence, when tho union that gives strength was most needed mnnv Koreans felt that any change would be preferable to the old order, and' some of them supported tho Jnptiuese. If Yi llinng was the smart man Prince, Jto thought lum to be and Prince Ito was a judge of men his smartness was of the past; the world had moved beyond him and his metu ods. New York Herald. CHAPTER CXXXII. Arthur Mandel had seen the an nouncement that Brian had been ad vanced ond decorated for his bravery under lire; and his heart sank.

He knew something of the glamour such an action must naturally have for Ruth as it would to most women. Xot that lie begrudged his country the service Brian had done; or that he thought with anything but pleas ure that a gallant officer's life had been saved bv his act. But, in a way, it seemed to make Ruth seem farther awav. Jiis winning her more doubt ful. Ruth heard from Brian.

Their Ut ters crossed, lie told very simply of what he had done to win his advance ment; making light of his danger, but showing in eery line his gratitude that he had been able to save the life of the officer. Ruth showed the letter to her aunt. "A very nice letter, Ruth. It shows much fine feeling," she had commented after reading it. "He did a very brave action." It jdeased Ruth enormously to think that her aunt praised Brian in any way, for anything he might have done.

The lady's prejudices were so strong, she had so objected to bim, that Ruth took it as a good omen that she spoke kindly of him now. Mr. and Mrs. Roberts had to run in that night to discuss the wonderful news ami congratulate Ruth that Brian had come through in safety. Mrs.

Curtiss also called up nm' 'i0W wonderful she and Mr. Curtiss thought him. All her friends save only Arthur Mandel whom she had come to consider friend ns well as employer were more than kind. Even Mrs. Living stone wrute Ruth a little note telling her that she sympathized with her in her tov.

It queer he doesn sav some- thing about it," Ruth said to herself the next morning after she had fin ished talking of tho orders in the morning mail. There was a feeling of disappointment which amounted almost to resentment that Mandel had said nothing to her. Surely he knew. But about 11 o'clock he passed her lesk on his way out. "1 Nee Mr.

Haekett has been distin guishing himself." he sflid to Ruth. "Yes, isn it wonderful! I am very proud of him." "And wilh reason," was the replv, accompanied by a stabbing hurt of which Kuth never dreamed. "It is wonderful to think he came out of it 'without a scratch' as he expressed it," she returned. Then: "I hope it doesn't make him reckless." "No I don't think you need worry about that. A really good soldier is never foolishlv reckless." "Thank vou." Ruth was very pleas ed at the implication.

Tlmt night she told her aunt what Mandel had said. "Poor fellow," Mrs. Clayborne remarked. "Why 'poor Ruth asked with a' laugh. "I know of no one to whom that remark is less applicable." "There are many reasons to feel snrry for him.

He is a mnn eminently fitted to mako some woman very happy; to bo very happy himself in doing so. Yet he leads a lonely bachelor life. Isn't that reason enough to 'poor follow' him?" "I hardly think, so, Aunt Louisa, He surely could have married, had he desired. He is very good-looking, hoi money; and besides he has a most attractive personality. No, I imagine he remains single necausc he wants to is freer that wnv." "That, or he cither hasn't met the woman he cares for enough to make her ins wite or she is already mar ried." The remark went home.

Ruth flushed crimson, nnd at once changed the sub Hhc knew Mandel liked her. she hnt)fvd he fliil tint rnra inn nmnh. ti thou jlit of him ia such a way that the The mart Man' of the Orient Priuee Ito once said that Yi lliung, emperor of Korea, was the smartest mnn he sver had known. By this the Japanese stntcsmiin, to whom was entrusted insk of "straightening out" tho Hermit Kingdom, meant that Emperor Yi was a master of intrigue. Because be hud been aide to circumvent in measure the successive steps taken bv the to obtain Control of Ins country.

Japan seized upon the Korean emperor's sending to The Haguo of a deputation to protest against Japanese aggression as a pretext to relieve him of his throne nil, I to place upon it bin imbecile son, who became, if not a pliant tool, at least a complaisant victim. With the annexation the son became Prince Yi, while the old em-peior was designated the I'riiiee Futher; thev were shorn df power, but given I'bernl money grants upon which to keep up a show of rojalty at Seoul. Had Yi lliung lived, it is not improbable that (he conference of Paris would 'hav had another aclf -dctermliiBtioa.