uttered cheerful little cries. At that moment Mr. Kingcroft reappeared, carrying a footwarmer by both ends, as if it was a tea-tray. He was sorry that he was too late, and called out in a quivering voice, "Good-bye, Mrs. Charles. May you enjoy yourself, and may God bless you."

Lilia smiled and nodded, and then the absurd position of the foot-warmer overcame her, and she began to laugh again.

"Oh, I am so sorry," she cried back, "but you do look so funny. Oh, you all look so funny waving! Oh, pray!" And laughing helplessly, she was carried out into the fog.

"High spirits to begin so long a journey," said Mrs. Theobald, dabbing her eyes.

Mr. Kingcroft solemnly moved his head in token of agreement. "I wish," said he, "that Mrs. Charles had gotten the footwarmer. These London porters won't take heed to a country chap."

"But you did your best," said Mrs. Herriton. "And I think it simply noble of you to have brought Mrs. Theobald all the way here on such a day as this." Then, rath

g any other IDEA. If I do not perceive theredness or paleness of a man's face themselves, it is impossible I shouldperceive by them the passions which are in his mind.

11. Now from sect. 2 it is plain that distance is in its own natureimperceptible, and yet it is perceived by sight. It remains, therefore,that it be brought into view by means of some other IDEA that is itselfimmediately perceived in the act of VISION.

12. But those LINES and ANGLES, by means whereof some MATHEMATICIANSpretend to explain the perception of distance, are themselves not at allperceived, nor are they in truth ever thought of by those unskilful inoptics. I appeal to anyone's experience whether upon sight of an OBJECT hecomputes its distance by the bigness of the ANGLE made by the meeting ofthe two OPTIC AXES? Or whether he ever thinks of the greater or lesserdivergency of the rays, which arrive from any point to his PUPIL? Everyoneis himself the best judge of what he perceives, and what not. in vainshall all the M

guesses concerning it and the strange events it narrated. The torpedoing of the liner upon which Bowen J. Tyler, Jr., had taken passage for France to join the American Ambulance was a well-known fact, and I had further substantiated by wire to the New York office of the owners, that a Miss La Rue had been booked for passage. Further, neither she nor Bowen had been mentioned among the list of survivors; nor had the body of either of them been recovered.

Their rescue by the English tug was entirely probable; the capture of the enemy U-33 by the tug's crew was not beyond the range of possibility; and their adventures during the perilous cruise which the treachery and deceit of Benson extended until they found themselves in the waters of the far South Pacific with depleted stores and poisoned water-casks, while bordering upon the fantastic, appeared logical enough as narrated, event by event, in the manuscript.

Caprona has always been considered a more or less mythical land, though it is vouched for

'But somebody knows that you are in the house?'

'No; nobody.'

'How do you get your dinner, then?'

'I keep poultry - of a sort.'

'Where do you keep them?'

'I will show you.'

'And who makes the chicken broth for you?'

'I never kill any of MY chickens.'

'Then I can't understand.'

'What did you have for breakfast this morning?' asked the lady.

'Oh! I had bread and milk, and an egg - I dare say you eat their eggs.'

'Yes, that's it. I eat their eggs.'

'Is that what makes your hair so white?'

'No, my dear. It's old age. I am very old.'

'I thought so. Are you fifty?'

'Yes - more than that.'

'Are you a hundred?'

'Yes - more than that. I am too old for you to guess. Come and see my chickens.'

Again she stopped her spinning. She rose, took the princess by the hand, led her out of the room, and opened the door opposite the stair. The princess expected to see a lot of hens and chickens,

easily expelled, and had dyed with blackness the walls towhich, bat-like, it had clung, these tapers served but ill tolight up the gloomy hangings, and seemed to throw yet darkershadows into the hollows of the deep-wrought cornice. All thefurther portions of the room lay shrouded in a mystery whosedeepest folds were gathered around the dark oak cabinet which Inow approached with a strange mingling of reverence andcuriosity. Perhaps, like a geologist, I was about to turn up tothe light some of the buried strata of the human world, with itsfossil remains charred by passion and petrified by tears.Perhaps I was to learn how my father, whose personal history wasunknown to me, had woven his web of story; how he had found theworld, and how the world had left him. Perhaps I was to findonly the records of lands and moneys, how gotten and how secured;coming down from strange men, and through troublous times, to me,who knew little or nothing of them all. To solve myspeculations, and to dispel the a

nstrument, and this must have been done while all in the castle slept. Glinda was shocked and grieved. Who could have done this wicked, bold thing? And who could wish to deprive her of her Great Book of Records?

The Sorceress was thoughtful for a time, considering the consequences of her loss. Then she went to her Room of Magic to prepare a charm that would tell her who had stolen the Record Book. But, when she unlocked her cupboards and threw open the doors, all of her magical instruments and rare chemical compounds had been removed from the shelves.

The Sorceress was now both angry and alarmed. She sat down in a chair and tried to think how this extraordinary robbery could have taken place. It was evident that the thief was some person of very great power, or the theft could never have been accomplished without her knowledge. But who, in all the Land of Oz, was powerful and skillful enough to do this awful thing? And who, having the power, could also have an object in defying the wisest and mo

all weak-mindedness is the direct outcome of this wool-gathering,castle-building, inattentive habit which is an extension of passivementation into useless channels of thought-force. Conscious attentionconcentrates and even specializes mental energy as the sun-glassconcentrates and intensifies the heat of the rays of the sun. Focus yourfull attention upon the thing to be done, take a keen interest in itsaccomplishment to the exclusion of all else, and you will obtainwonderful results. The man of developed, concentrative power holds in hishand the key to success, with the results that all his actions, voluntaryor involuntary, are pointed to the accomplishment of his object. Remembertherefore in conclusion:

(1) Concentration is perfect attention consciously directed to agiven point of achievement either objectively or subjectively.

(2) Concentration is consecration.

"What ever you do, do it with all your might. Do one thing at a time anddo it well." By concentration is meant the directing of

er. It struck at the root of all things.

'But I do mind,' objected Jelliffe. 'It's most important. A lot of money hangs on it. We've got a sweepstake on in the company, the holder of the winning name to take the entire receipts. Come on. Who is he?'

Henry rose and made for the door. His feelings were too deep for words. Even a minor detective has his professional pride; and the knowledge that his espionage is being made the basis of sweepstakes by his quarry cuts this to the quick.

'Here, don't go! Where are you going?'

'Back to London,' said Henry, bitterly. 'It's a lot of good my staying here now, isn't it?'

'I should say it was--to me. Don't be in a hurry. You're thinking that, now we know all about you, your utility as a sleuth has waned to some extent. Is that it?'

'Well?'

'Well, why worry? What does it matter to you? You don't get paid by results, do you? Your boss said "Trail along." Well, do it, then. I should hate to lose you. I don't suppose you know

otes for each;which List they shall sign and certify, and transmit sealed tothe Seat of the Government of the United States, directed to thePresident of the Senate. The President of the Senate shall,in the Presence of the Senate and House of Representatives,open all the Certificates, and the Votes shall then be counted.The Person having the greatest Number of Votes shall be the President,if such Number be a Majority of the whole Number of Electors appointed;and if there be more than one who have such Majority, and have an equalNumber of votes, then the House of Representatives shall immediatelychuse by Ballot one of them for President; and if no Person havea Majority, then from the five highest on the List the said Houseshall in like Manner chuse the President. But in chusing the President,the Votes shall be taken by States, the Representation from each Statehaving one Vote; a Quorum for this Purpose shall consist of a Memberor Members from two thirds of the States, and a Majority of all the

patterns may be further divided into sub-groups by means of the smaller differences existing between the patterns in the same general group. These divisions are as follows:

I. ARCH

a. Plain arch. b. Tented arch.

II. LOOP

a. Radial loop. b. Ulnar loop.

III. WHORL

a. Plain whorl. b. Central pocket loop. c. Double loop. d. Accidental whorl.

Illustrations 1 to 10 are examples of the various types of fingerprint patterns.

[Illustration: 1. Plain arch.]

[Illustration: 2. Tented arch.]

[Illustration: 3. Tented arch.]

[Illustration: 4. Loop.]

[Illustration: 5. Loop.]

[Illustration: 6. Central pocket loop.]

[Illustration: 7. Plain whorl.]

[Illustration: 8. Double loop.]

[Illustration: 9. Double loop.]

[Illustration: 10. Accidental.]

Interpretation

Before pattern definition can be understood, it is necessary