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Balfour hunt bear. He's got no busi Jerry, dish out the chips; wa'rs Our Pattern Department DUKE OF II DEVILr MAY-CARE BY HARRIS AUTHOR BLACK WOLFFS BREED DltMSON D.APPIETON Ot CO Vlcksburg with you we've got plen ty. It'll wear off." Mrs. Ashton touched Anita's arm. "That other young man, the heavy one," she whispered, "Is Joe Balfour; you've heard me speak of him.

He's my lawyer, lives at Vlcksburg. But I never could understand how he had any use for Noel Duke." Anita looked closer at the horrible example of swamp depravity that her aunt pointed out the poker-player, cock-flghter, horse-racer, bear-hunter whisky-drinker Mrs. Ashton had every one of his shortcomings cata logued on the tip of her tongue. "His father cheated your Uncle LADIES' SHIRTWAIST. Pattern No.

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Scotch flannel, brll-liantine, cashmere, pongee and linen will all make up admirably by this pattern. The medium size will require 3 yards of 36-inch material. Sizes for 32, 34, 36, 38, 40 and 42 inches bust measure. This pattern will bo sent to you on receipt of 10 cents. Address all orders to the Pattern Department of this paper.

Be sure to give size and number of pattern wanted. For convenience, write your order on the following coupon: No. 5513. SIZE ADDRESS burning daylight here." Jerry came from behind the bar and placed a patriotic stack of chips in front of each' man. "Two and a half limit," he ex plained; "blues Ave, reds two and a half, whites a quarter." Joe settled comfortably in his chair.

"Noel," he said, "I thought you'd quit playing poker?" Duke smiled back blandly. "I have; I've quit more'n a thousand times, every time the game breaks up. Shucks, boy, It's dead easy to quit playing poker. But I must have a little sport when I go to town that don't count I've got to tear down the gates and take the bridles off for a day or so; my system needs It Look Joe, do you think I could sit here and watch you fellows play poker? Could a duck sit on the side of a puddle and watch the other ducks splashing around? Not much." He picked up the first hand that was dealt him, and skinned It cautiously. "Now.

this Is what I call living," he said. It must have been nearly ten o'clock at night when the boat whistled for Ivanhoe. From where Joe sat he could see down the long cabin, and noted that there were ladles In the rear. As the ladles rose and came toward the front he recognized Mrs. Ashton.

He laid down his hand and slipped away from the table. "Here come Mrs. Ashton and her daughter," ho whispered. Duke kept his seat. "Can't help It," he answered; "I'm loser.

She thinks I'm a sprig of Satan anyhow, and it doesn't matter." "I'm her lawyer," Joe explained in a whisper, "and I don't care to have her see me playing poker." "All right, Joe, duck and run; you've got a reputation to sustain and so have Joe Balfour laughed and backed out of a side door Into the darkness on the guards. Mrs. Ashton marched through the cabin, so competent to take care of herself that few men would have dared offer to assist. She glanced toward the table, her nqse In the air and passed on. Alice tucked her head, and hurried by.

But everything connected with this boat and the new life was of supreme Interest to Anita. She caught a sidelong glimpse of the men at table, the chips, the scattered cards and for one hesitating instant she paused to look. Her violet eyes gazed straight into Noel Duke's. The smile was yet on his face the same tolerant smile with which he always met Mrs. Ashton's withering contempt.

But this girl's steady glance made him feel very guilty and very foolish. The cards dropped from his hands; he tried awkwardly to get up. Then he was conscious that her face flushed and she drew her eyes away; he watched her as the gray traveling dres3 and the heavy coil of black hair vanished through the door. Without looking at the other men, he rose and stepped through another door to the guards. Joe Balfour had met the ladies at the head of the stair, and was assisting them to the lower deck.

When Duke saw them they were waiting for the stage-plank to be run out. Mrs. Ashton introduced Joe to the dark-haired girl her voice was very low, but Duke heard It. "What a hypocrite Joe is," he thought. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Sea Serpent stuffed serpent is kept by the natives, who have built a temple for it and pay it divine honors.

SLOW SPREAD OF SCIENCE. Maj. Ronald Ross, well-known for his success in dealing with tropical diseases, insisted in a recent article that the public is in no sense imbued with the scientific spirit, and that the progress of science is almost exclusively the work of individuals. The public, he declares, generally acts upon the principle Tennyson praised; "believing where we cannot i)rove," and deems such conduct meritorious. Half the people In the tropics, he adds, suffer from malaria every year; and yet, although It has been scientifically demonstrated that this disease is conveyed from man to man by gnats, even so-called educated white people scoffed at the discovery, and most governments failed at first to take adequate action.

But finally, Maj. Ross believes, the world will be dominated by disciplined and scientific peoples, and the others will be set Natural. Bacon What did you think of the. lover in the play? Egbert I thought he acted very natural. "I thought he acted very queer," "Well, love makes everybody act queer, you know." Tonkers ness foolin' round trying to be a jack- leg lawyer; he's Just a natural-born i bear-hunter." Before they got half-way up the stair Duke had raised a laugh at good- natured Joe's expense.

Mrs. Ashton caught her girls by the wrists and hurried them off the guards into the cabin, beyond the reach of contamination, "All right," Duke called as he threw' open the front door, "come on, everybody, let's have something." He gathered the captain, mates, two clerks, several drummers and a. stranger or two every human creature was his friend when he went to town to have a little fun. There was a tinkle of ice, an aroma of mint, a crushing of sugar, and a straining of cocktails; then a dozen arms were lifted In perfect grace and unison. "Here's hopln'," they all said, and in a moment set their glasses down again.

They stood around the bar and talked; Duke related some of Joe Balfour's exploits In the cane-brake, ind made him out a mighty hunter before the Lord. "Here, boys, jes' as cheap to set down." Capt Graham pointed to a big round table, with eight chairs. Duke ran his hand over the clean white cloth and smiled. "Never been played on? Let's christen it, boys. What do you say?" The boys didn't say much; they simply drew up their chairs.

Capt Graham rapped on the table. Believes in Dr. Raphael Blanchard, professor of the medical faculty of the University of Paris and member of the Academie de Medfclne, has been going into the question of the sea serpent and now finds himself In a position not only to describe the monster but to give a portrait of him. He has a head and body like a seal, but with an immensely long tail and a very long flexible neck. He Is also ornamented with a fine mustache, and he Is believed to have a mane, though this does not appear to be quite certain.

Dr. Blanchard holds that the existence of the great serpent Is beyond all doubt. He has been seen several times in the Bay of Alolng. In 1904 he was seen by Lieut. Lagresllle of the French navy, commanding the Avalanche, and again by Lieut.

l'Eost, commanding the gunboat Decldee. The latter officer's account Is remarkable for the precision of its details. The length of the serpent which he saw was at least 20 meters; it had a large dorsal fin and a head like a seal's, but much shorter. Its skin was so tough that shells burst on Its surface apparently without more effect than ticking the dome of v. Paul's would have on the dean and chapter.

Dr. Banchard notes that it Is on the coast of Tonquln that the serpent seems chiefly to show itself, and'calls on the Cochin China government to capture the monster. It is a curious fact that In a village on the coast of the Bay of Alolng a BY CHAPTER I. THE DUKE. Serene September night sparkled on the diamond-studded Mississippi a broldered with stars, which belted the somber continent.

Twin columns of smoke uprose Above the trees, a monster's groanlngs came, the dash of paddles. A blinding glare flashed round the bend, then straight down the quiet stretch of fiver there shot one dazzling shaft of lighf The steamer Sultana moved arrogantly "through the silence. On her lower decks a group of "rousters" amused themselves between the landings. The whistle blew. The mate shouted: Snowball, get your headline ready." The black man dropped his banjo, took up a hawser, and prepared to spring ashore at Devil-May-Care plantation.

Three ladies sat upon the forward guards of the Sultana. Mrs. Ash- ton, of Ivanhoe, was a slender alert woman of 50, with penetrating black eyes, and hair that was Just beginning to turn. By ten years of hard work in managing her own plantation she had demonstrated an ability to take care of herself and Alice. Alice sat beside her, a timid little blue eyed echo of everything her mother said.

The girl's fair hair might have been beautiful, but beneath Mrs. Ash- ton's shadow it lacked sheen and luster, as grass that has grown up colorless in the dark. When she spoke at all it wa3 diffidently, and with a glance at the older woman. Mrs. Ashton manifested the great est impatience to reach her landing.

The boat, the river, the negroes, all the humdrum incidents of her ordi nary route of travel bored her, and she did not fail to show it. The other girl, Anita Cameron, much darker than Alice, with deeper violet eyes, looked upon this new life with curious, if not an eager inter est. She had never seen the Missis sippi river until that morning when Mrs. Ashton met her at Greenville, and brought her aboard the Sultana. All that day Anita had amused her self watching the roustabouts as they scrambled up and down the river-banks, putting off freight, and taking on cotton for the market at Vicks-burg.

But when night breathed its peace upon the river, when the stars came out, when God drew nearer and the boundaries set by man seemed so immeasurably small, a swift rush of loneliness bore her back to those beloved mountains in Virginia where she was and where her people slept. Her aunt and cousin had been kind enough; Alice extended a childish welcome, shy and sweet; Mrs. Ashton had even kissed her once. But the homesick girl craved a sympathetic breast to lay her head upon and weep. She gazed into the silence, into the night, and wondered what she would find to love in this new life to which her aunt was leading her.

"Anita," said Mrs. pointing to the landing, "we are coming to Devil-May-Care plantation; the next landing is Ivanhoe." "I won't be so ungrateful, I won't," Anita thought, lifted her head and laughed brightly. This was to be Anita's home, these were to be her people; and she looked to see what manner of men they were who lived in such a wilderness. The searchlight blazed on a little group at the landing, hurling their shadows against the bank beyond. "There's that miserable Noel Duke," sniffed Mrs.

Ashton; "the Duke of Devil-May-Care they call him." Even in the dark Anita could see Mrs. Ashton's jaws shut rigidly, tight as a snapping turtle's; Mrs. Ashton had the kind of jaws that never compromised, and never forgave. There were only two white men at the landing, with a multitude of negroes, mules and dogs. In that brilliant light Anita could see every feature of the men, every wrinkle and every button on their clothes.

Both men were roughly dressed. The heavier of the two, with the small blond mustache, had the air of a city man, somewhat conscious of the hunting garb he wore. But the other man wore his corduroys, slouch hat, leggings and spurs as naturally as the royal stag carries his antlers. Independent looking, black-haired, erect as a soldier, Noel Duke's keenly humorous eyes twinkled as he watched Joe Balfour scraping the mud off his boots. "Oh, never mind the mud," he laughed; "let it alone; we don't care vou do take a little mud back to "I THOUGHT YOU'D QUIT PLAYING POKER." LITTLE BOYS' BLOUSE SUIT, Pattern No.

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Charon was observed In a state ot collapse. "That spirit actually wanted a re-' bate ticket," he exclaimed. Herewith the great master of transportation was completely flabbergasted. N. Y.

Sun. John out of the nomination for congress. Beat him by a low political trick. Of course, I never look at him, but he has the effrontery to bow whenever he meets me, as friendly as you please. Makes me so mad I want to hit him." Mrs.

Ashton more than half suspected Duke of smiling at her wrath, a suspicion that always upset her Presbyterian fortitude. "Hi, there! Get a move on you," the mate shouted. "Hustle that cotton aboard, and don't be all night about It." Bale after bale came tumbling down the stage-plank, and was tiered up on deck quicker than a child could build a house of blocks. Then Duke nodded to one of his negroes: "All right, Chalky, put him aboard." Two negroes bent over and lifted a limp black body from the ground; at first the thing frightened Anita; she thought it must be a dead man. "Bear," said Mrs.

Ashton; "that's all the fellow is good for; he does kill out the" bears." The bell sounded; the Sultana was ready to leave. The Duke of Devil-May-Care turned and went back to his horse. "Hold the boat a minute, Matthews," he called to the mate. "All right, Mr. Duke, whenever you are ready." The Sultana waited.

Mrs. Ashton fumed. "Everybody lets him have his way," she muttered, angrily; "no wonder he's such a fool." After some moments' conversation with his negroes Duke turned back leisurely and crossed the stage-plank. Snowball cast off the head-line, scram bled aboard and the boat backed out. your grace to-night?" Bluff old Capt.

Graham smiled and took off his hat In mock humility. "Hello, cap'n; thought I'd go to town with take a day off and have some fun. Got a fine piece of( bear meat there for you; can't you cook some for supper?" "Sure, Noel, sure." "Say, cap'n, you ought to see Joe;.