always wore his dooden legs hollow not because he was trying to ape Paris styles, but because he just nat- urally didn’t see the use of a man lugging around a lot of dead wood. Also he maintained it was cooler, and the hollow was a handy receptacle Bellefonte, Pa., July 19, 1929. Ee ——— DREAMING OF HOME. It comes to me often in silence When the firelight sputters low— When the black, uncertain shadows Seem wraiths of the long ago; Always with a throb of heartache That thrills each pulsive vein Comes the old, unquiet longing For the peace of home again. tom plugged up. The only way a holdup man could rob Pa Isom was first to pull his leg, and if all he could steal was a fish license and a mule recipe it wasn’t worth a hold- up. And if they stole his leg Pa wouldn't have much of a kick com- ing. He made his own legs of his own gum logs, and even if some of them were crooked a straight man like Mr. Isom didn’t mind much. All he asked in life was just a mule. ‘You suppose we could get him off? demanded Bud suddeniy. “Not unless miracles can happen to mules,” retorted Stacy. “All white water below him, and no land- in’ place—" “Aw, the poor old scout—livin’ up in this shanty year in and year out on corn bread and hog meat! Why, he’s dreamed of havin’ a mule like folks would a baby! Stacy, if we had a line to that animal we could sort of cordell him alnog shore and work him into a landin’ place and—" “We'd just skyrocket him off that rock! You're crazy, Bud! We nad bad enough time cordellin’ our skiff up past the shoals, didn’t we? Took two hours haulin’ and bumpin’ and we was along shore out of the bad water at that. Smashed a gunned and lost an oar. Wore my hands off pullin’ while you tried to keep ‘he skiff worked off the jagged points. Look at it and then think of a mule out a hundred feet or more towards the middle !’ : Bud looked. The bank ran steep- ly down sixty feet or so to the rocky jumping off. Through the greenery you could see the yellow white of the freshet water surging from the Blue Ridge coves into a deep-channeleld Broad. Another foot of water and Oscar would not find foothold on his sunken shelf against the current. “If we took our two lines together we'd have a hundred and fifty feet of rope. If we made fast to that big tree on the point and laid heavy on the oars up and out, we might swing down on the shelf. Tm sick of the roar of cities, And the faces cold and strange; I know where there's warmth of welcome And my yearning fancies range Back to the dear old homestead With an aching sense of pain. But there’ll be joy in the coming, ~~ When I go home again. “When I go home again ! There's music That never may die away. And it seems that the hands of angels On a mystic harp of play Have touched with'a yearning sadness ° On a beautiful, broken strain, To which is my fond heart wording— When I go home again. Qutside of my darkening window Is the great world's crash and din, And slowly the autumn shadows Come drifting, drifting in, Sobbing, the low wind murmurs To the splash of the autumn rain, But I dream of the glorious greeting When I go home again. —By Eugene Field. reef eed. TAILS YOU WIN. Pa Isom took off his leg, looked through it from the stump socket to the peg and then sighted it up to- wards the sky as an honest mariner might a forty-inch telescope. “And that’s what comes of perou- sin’ down the mountain in such a hurry,” lamented Pa, “had all my le- gal papers right safe in my leg. Now I lost the whole boodle. Lost my fish | license. Lost my road tax. And now I gone and lost the recipe for Miller's mule. “Recipe ?” suggested Stacy Adams. “For that Oscar mule?” added Bud Long—“Pa, you mean—' “I made Miller give me that recipe so folks know I bought him. Been savin’ six years to buy a mule, and I wanted it legal, boys. Wouldn't trust Miller without a recipe.” “Recipe wouldn't do that Oscar mule any good now,” said Stacy with real sympathy. “His goose is cooked. He's a gone mule, Pa. What did the fool ever try to swim the French Broad for, right above the rapids with a risin’ river?” “Don’t ask me what a mule thinks !” Pa blew through his leg testily, rubbed the brass peg band and strapped it on. “Miller delivered him to me last night around by the county bridge. I heard Oscar hee hawin’ round in the lot before day- | light, and he must have broken out’ and seen Miller's barn right across the river on the fur ridge. Must | have gone down to the flat and flop- ped right in and swims across. Of course he couldn’t climb them rocks over there. Then the current must have tired him and he gives up and ‘heads middle river for that big rock Shelf. He lands on it and now he stands there up to his middle with ' his ears pointed towards Miller's and his tail towards me what’s his legal owner. I see a big drift log come roarin’ downstream and butt him. What'd Oscar do? Why he gits madder’'n a pup ! Whirls around and kicks that log with both feet clean down towards the rapids. Then he resumes gazin' at Miller's barn a mile off there. Let the dern river roll, says Oscar— he’s thinkin’ of mother, home, and the big red apples. ‘Stacy laughed. Pa Isom grinned worriedly but tragedy stalked the old man’s comical courage. You save two bits, four bits, six bits—a dollar, hoeing corn on a Carolina red clay hillside clearin’ for six years to buy an ornery mud-colored mule, and this goes and commits practical sui- cide the first morning, and you'll know its tough luck, Stacy and Bud sat on Pa’s worn fence right below his cabin above the steep wooded bank of the tu- multuous French Broad river, and the whole panorama was spread before them—Miller's place far back against the foothills, the intervening fields, then the rocky bluffs opposite; and in the middle distance the Oscar mule, marooned but defiant, on a submerged shelf of stone midstream ‘with the yellow flood plunging white good to vou three vacations up along among the serrated teeth of rocks the river, saving a seventeen-dollar a hundred yards below his refuge. mule wasn’t much in return. Stacy Head pointed home and tail in lord- ' was now as grim for the job as Bud ly scorn towards poor old Pa who had been............ He had heard th: fal- had lost even his recipe for mules. ter in Pa Isom’s voice when he had “By Swanny!” sighed Pa, “I'd told of the Oscar mule being a com- give a pretty to have that mule back fort to his old age. here. Yes, sir—give that new leg J] ! Stacy had the two long lines tied got seasonin’ up on top the spring together and the end of one about house to whittle down for a Christ- | an oak tree that leaned out from a mas present to myself next winter— | rocky point just above their camp. yes, sir, I'd: give half a cord of wood- Oscar, with the yellow swirls of wa- en legs just to know that mule was ter twisting along his flanks, stood back here like I dreamed of him, a out there calmly gazing across the comfort and a prop to: me.in my old unscalable opposite shore towards his age livin’ ' alone up on this clearin’. | old home. Always thought of him here as; “The fool could get out of his fix .stickin’ his old snoot over the fence if he’d swim back to Pa’s side,” every mornin’ when I got up, and grumbled Stacy, “but he won't. That's wantin’ a pail of mash; and here he the mule of it.” ‘didn’t stay long eonugh for me to | bawl him out once for trompin’ my the rough skiff which Bud kept shoals; and then if we got the line to that animal's neck and could get back, and we all laid hold, we could yank him off—” Stacy gazed admiringly at Bud. “Get back? How'n the mischief would we get back?” “Hand over hand—on the line sit- tin" in the skiff—" “One end of the line to the tree and the other end to the mule. You think that brute’d stand for that ” ‘“He’d have to—" retorted Bud smoothly. - “Even if he didn’t all he could do would be jump and rare, and he’d be swimmin’ on the line and while we hauled up to the shore we'd haul Oscar in after us. I help- ed snake colts across Big Pigeon once on a line, but course it wasn't nad water like this—" “And it wasn’t a mule headed the other way. Oh, all right!” Stacy moaned but he climbed off the fence. “Let's go down to the flat and take a look-see. Sure a fellow can get there—if he don’t get drowned first. It’s getting’ back anchored to a mule—" When the boys were half way down through the timber they saw Pa Isom stumping out to where they had sat on the fence. Pa seemed sur- prised to find his two young friends gone. morning, rowing their skiff with the camp outfit the ten miles upstream in the easier stretches of the river to where they had to battle past the rocky shoals. The shoals were bad enough at any time but a fellow could make it wading and “cordel- | ling” with pull-rope and push-pole along the bank. But with a swollen river seething into the narrows it had been all but impossible. Down on the flat Stacy and Bud had spread all their wet outfit, and then gone up to say “howdy” to their old friend of the clearin’. And to ask how come a mule out on that submerged shelf where, at low water, they had often fished from the long flat rock in the deep pools below it. “I'm as- crazy as you are,” com- mented Stacy wien they had looked at the job; “but old Pa was ready to weep. He's been pretty good to us out the lines, Bud!” “It can be did,” sang out Bud blithely, but in his heart he doubted. He had proposed it to Stacy, because , be omitted. norant people thought the printer evoked the aid of the powers of evil. Aldus Manutius, the famous Italian printer of the sixteenth century, went merely for spectator wear. In new colorful being, it is part of every i stay-at-home and travel wardrobe. And designers corrugate to Africa on an exploring expalition | brows in their efforts to give sweat and brought back with him a very |er wearers ever newer and gayer plow or harrow, and the soil between | black negro boy. Negroes were a mediately gained circulation that the printer had been employing the black art in his work and that the pick- aninny was in reality an imp of Sa- tan. He was called the “Little Black Devil.” The charge became so se- | Sportsmen and farmers are urged rious that the printer was forced to erate whenever possible in saving announcement he said: | by the Game Commission to co-op- | exhibit the negro in public. In his | and he'll be pounded up so the only | ped under water and curved down- game and protected birds during the recipe that'll fit him will be just |stream. In no time at all it was a | grain-cutting season. Farmers are dus Manutius, printer of the drag on the manful oarsman. Forty urged to watch and to cut around Church and to the Doge, have this plain mule hash. Tought luck, Pa.” Pa Isom fanned himself with his | feet out and Bud had his battl> to hat and stumped up to the spring | keep from being swept down past the house for a gourd of water. Stacy submerged shelf. Pa Isom’s mule looked at the round ring marks that | Pa’s peg-leg made in the clay. Pa what the commotion was behind him i any nests they might find. They thereby render great service to them- selves in saving and increasing song | making game conditions better. i “Be it known to Venice that I, Al- Holy day made public exposure of the printer’s devil. All those who think he is not flesh and blood may come never even turned his head to see and insectivorous birds as well as, and pinch him.” Thus originated the | term “printer's devil.” | editions of their favorite garment ts | Enough of the mulch should be re- moved, Ross declares, so that it does not seriously interfere with cultiva- their tion. The row can then be narrow- ed down to 10 or 12 inches with a the rows thoroughly cultivated. With- The latest tendency is to use perfect- | in the row, the plants should be thin- ly plain sweaters in charming colors | ned to 5 to 8 inches apart and all of —Navy blue alpaca fashions a Gerlaur suit that is stunning. The , skirt seems straight line but really over a tight drop skirt with kick plaits in each side. The coat slopes from hipline in the back to a short eton in front. All edges are bound in matching satin showing the season’s tendency to high-light style. —What length coat can you wear? 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