LLL HALL, PA. By RUPERT HUGHES SYNOPSIS Dr. David Jebb is a passenger on the crack train, the Nord-Express, with Ostend as his immediate destination. He is bound for America. With him is five-year-old Cyn- thia Thatcher, his charming young tempo- rary ward, On the train they meet Big Bill Gaines, former classmate and fraternity brother of David's. He tells Gaines of his mission, and of his one unconquerable vice --an overwhelming desire for liquor. Jebb feels the urge coming to him again, and wants to safeguard the child, whose father is dead, and whose mother waits her com- ing in America. During a stop, Gaines leaves the train to buy a present for Cyn- thia. The train pulls out without him. Then Jebb is slightly, but painfully, injured in a minor accident. A fellow-passenger gives him a drink, which makes his desire for liquor all the stronger. CHAPTER II—Continued wll After Cynthia had wasted a long and weary while of tenderness upon the wretch whose torment was so much beyond her comprehension, she grew fretful of her own account and began to ask for a story. “Tell me a story, Nunkie Dave.” “1 don’t know any new ones, hon- ey.” “Tell Thinthy about madic car- pet.” From his chaotic remembrance of that tangled chaos of countless-col- ored skins, the ‘‘Arabian Nights,” Jebb brought out a twisted yarn: “Once upon a time there was a poor old sailor named Sindbad, and he was sailing across Sahara in a ship of the desert, that is—the back of a camel—you’'ve seen 'em at cir- cuses.” “What wath the camelth name, Nunkie Dave?” “The camel’s name was Clarence, 1 think. And he was thinking of his beautiful little daughter.” “Oh, did the camel have a daugh- ter?” “No, of.” “What Dave?" “The daughter's name was Bridg- et, I believe—or Patricia, 1 forget which.” “Where did little Bridthet live?” “See here, young lady, am I tell- ing a story or passing an examina- tion? If you're not careful, I'll make you tell the story. She lived in Con- stantinople, 1 believe. Can you spell it?’’ The curls Shook violently. “It's a C and an I and a constanti, and a steeple and a stople and a constanti- nople.”’ This old lyric entranced the child and she had to learn it. But, once mastered, she was hot on the trail of Sindbad the sailor. And she forced the frantic mind of Jebb back into the harness. He went on: “Well, as Sindbad was sailing across the sand and sailing across the sand and a-sailing across the sand what should he see ahead of him but a—a bottle.” The word was out and it was like a knife in Jebb's heart. But he churned on: *So Sindbad said to the camel, ‘Whoa, Dobbin!’ With the fanatic accuracy of a child in matters of narrative, she insisted: *‘Hith name was Clarenth." “That's right. He said, ‘Whoa, Clarence,’ Sindbad threw escape and climbed down and tied Clarence to a hitching post that hap- pened to be standing there, and he picked up the bottle and pulled out the cork with a corkscrew he always carried, and as soon as the cork was out, what do you suppose popped out of the bottle?” “Milk?” “Not milk but a—ugh! a genie!” “Whath a genie?” “A genie is—well, it's—a-—er-—see that big cloud out there that looks like a giant on a draught-horse? Well, a genie is a terrible being as big as that—a kind of a horrible fairy goblin demon. And he had been corked up in that bottle by an old magician, and he was just ach- ing for some poor fool—er fellow to come along and pull the cork so that he could chew him up.” “Wooh!" gasped Cynthia, cuddling closer. “That's what the genie said: Woch!” You see he had been locked up there about three million hundred \ years and he was hungry, and he was just going to gobble Sindbad up when-"' “Umm! scared?” “Scared! His teeth went clickety- click like this train, But, just as the genie was sprinkling some salt on him to make him taste better, Sind- bad happened to remember the right charm. He waved his wand and yelled, ‘Abracadabra, presto-change.- 0, snicker-snee!’ “And you should have seen that genie wilt. He got down on the ground and said, ‘Please, Massa Sindbad, don't put me in the bottle any more. Let me work for you.' You see. Cynthia, some people have the magic charm, and they can make the bottle-genie work for them and cheer them up and be their slave, but other poor fellows don't know the word, and they become the genie's slaves.” it’s Sindbad I'm speaking wath her name, Nunkie Did Mr. Thinpat get Cynthia, like most of her sex, was not for moralizing, but for plot. So Jebb went on: “Sindbad said, ‘Look here, you black rascal, 1 want to get home and see my little daughter Susie’'—"’ “Her name ith Bridthet.” * ‘My daughter Bridget, and I want to get home quick. D’you un- derstand?’ And the genie said, ‘Yes, Massa Sindbad, you're ageing to be da in a jiffy.” " “Whath a jiffy, Nunkie?” “That's something I never could find out, honey. But the genie knew and he brought out a magic carpet.” “Did he have it in his pocket?” “He must have had.” “How could he get a carpet in a bottle?" “You'll have to ask himi. Genies are very peculiar. But he brought it out and spread it on the ground, and said, ‘All aboard!’—and Sindbad stepped on it, and the genie szid, ‘Hold fast!’ and rang the bell twice, and the next moment Sindbad found himself at home in Constantinople, and his little girl—what do you sup- pose was the first thing she said?" “She said, ‘What did you bring me for a prethent?’” “That's just what she said. her father said to the genie, ‘Here, the little girl?’ out of his suitcase the most beauti- A window of quaint and alien design. we are at Cologne, get out and take a and see the Cathe- ful—but here honey. Let's breath of air dral.” Cynthia, more for than of stone. She insisted: little girl?" “We'll open the suitcase when the train starts again. It will do us good, honey, to stretch our legs a Jebb was impatient to be moving. the suitcase, and he felt that if he sat in the train another moment he would leap through the window and carry the glass flying. Taking Cynthia by the hand he descended from the car, leaving all their hand-luggage except the small Gladstone containing the precious drawings. This he carried in gin- gerly manner, his turbaned thumb yelping with pain at the slightest jar. Learning that the train would rest at Cologne some minutes, he struck out across the platform. Cynthia was hungry; the loss of the oranges had whetted her appetite. There was a refreshment room in the sta- tion, but Jebb thought they would better step outside and take a look at the Cathedral towering above them like a storm cloud. Of all the eyes that have stared its mass above the town, not many eyes could mave regarded it with less observation. The child's thoughts were turned inward upon the fasci- nating mysteries of the gift the ge- nie brought to Miss Bridget Sindbad. Jebb's eyes ran here and there like foxes in a cage, with the restless ness of a man in torment. His shifty gaze was caught by the sign of the Dom Hotel, with the cof- fee-house adjoining. People were seated at tables. Some of them were reading the papers one finds there. All of them had some liquor be- fore them. Jebb shivered with de- sire, his knees wavered. The ge- nie of alcohol was fuming from the bottle and he knew no subduing charm, It usurped his will. He could not wish to subdue it. Everything on earth became a mirage, the two things real were the thirst consum- ing him, and the relief at hand. Throwing of irresolution as some- thing contemptible he stalked ma- jestically across the street, the lit- tle girl toddling alongside, haud pas- sibus aequis. She never questioned the probity of her guide. If she felt a little fear that they were going too far it was lost in her trust of Nunkie Dave. She made one comment as her feet pattered across the rough cobbles of the city: “It don’t thmell like cologne, Nun- kie Dave.” A voice came from his high-held head: “So Coleridge said, honey.” She panted as she ran: “Who wath he, Nunkie Dave?” “He was the man who wrote the ‘Ancient Mariner." ”’ “Who wath he, Nunkie Dave?" ‘‘He was the man who slew the albatross." ““Whath a Dave?” “It was a beautiful bird, honey, and the man that killed it suffered horribly of thirst. You must never, | never slay the albatross, honey— never slay the albatross. It's the unpardonable crime.” Strolling along the Dombhof, Jebb | and Cynthia soon reached the Dom | Hotel. Jebb took the child to the dining-room, told an elderly waiter { to bring her what she wanted, cau- tioned her not to stir till he came back, and kissing her good-by, made straight for the wine-room. albatroth, Nunkie bianca, but she shared his She and the waiter, tle dining-room English, five or six little Kindchen of his own, became great friends It was a | pleasanter place to wait than on a burning deck, but Cynthia's appe- tite was Sater the waiter speedily emptied his English vocab- ulary, and his is of tricks amusing a And still Jebb did not return. Loneli- ness for her playmate, and terror for his loss, agitated the child, and she was fretting: “I want Nunkie Dave! I want kie Dave!’ And then, that cry fail ing, she began to whimper: “l want my mamma!” At last Jebb the dining-room. Cynthia prec.pitat- ed herself across the floor with a | shriek of joy that disturbed the sol- i emn room. The waiter otiowed to | explain with much joviality {| some policy, how lon | had entertained his charge Jebb, with a remarkable magnifi- | cence of manner, called for the reck- { oning and paid it with a gold piece | of ten marks, bade him keep the change. The rain of gold had begun Croesus was himself again. Leaving the voluminous waiter | palpitant with admiration, Jebb took s00nN Nun- and \r Mir. | to the station. In his other hand he still grasped the Gladstone. His manner to the child was one | of lofty tenderness, of the courtesy a ladye of high degree, mingled with the absentmindedness of a poet whose thoughts were busied with some great theme, “Seems to me, honey, that the train was headed other way when we left. Prob’ly—probab-ly I'm mis- taken. Get turned round easily in foreign countries.” In his eagerness to board the train he tried to walk over and through a gorgeous officer who looked to be at least a taker of cities instead of tickets. On demand Jebb brought out his pocketbook and produced the remainder of a ticket and a half to Ostend. He was informed that his train was, “Vor langer Zeit gegangen.” With an air of angelic patience Jebb informed the man, whom he called “Mein lieber General,” that he desired and intended to take the train standing before him. The guard, greatly touched by the title (he had been a soldier, of course), informed the distinguished sir that the train was no longer the Nord- Express, but the Ostend-Vienna Ex- press and that other tickets would be required. Jebb replied that that made noth- ing to him out, and went to the ticket office where, in German of surprising correctness, he called for one and one-half tickets. The man in the cage naturally inquired, though in less aristocratic German: “Please, for what station, my sir?” Jebb smiled airily and quoted a remembered line. “What stations have you?” The beard within waved like wheat and the ticket-seller answered with a laugh. “Frankfort-am-Main, Wurzburg.” “Wurzburg, to me. Homburg, eh? That tastes good (Das schmeckt mir gut.)"” CHAPTER III Hovering a little this side of sleep, his drowsy eyes saw, or seemed to see, through a window of quaint and alien design, a distant tower of just visible in the break. At its top- ig sun had coaxed day blo 0 let I Et In a balcony circling the imagined thi in de figure, anc heard a voice hr eu than far, far away, *Allahu Akbs a It was only on its fourth that he made they mean intonation words, and chant in the same 1age, so mellowed by interwove with loom of Jebb's The words were strange was no meaning, only a usic, in that concluding “Prayers are better than which the drowsy and dubi- of the steep spi- to the sunrise 1 the dream-rug on the drowsiness and there stairway, adds Azan. When his eves actually per ceived the minaret through the latticed win. dow, and made out what manner of room he was in, he sat up with a start. He fell back immed ly. His nerves jangled like a harp thrown to the floor. To move his was to put himself on the rac k, curiosity forced him to endure the turning of his face so that he could . Wonder filled tht he was back in head ever so slightly but him till he thoug a dream. The last thing he remembered was a sense of drowsiness on a train in Germany. But this was neither a train, nor Germany. “This is Japan,” thought Ji who had never been there, He lay on a sort of wall-platform covered with a heap of cotton mat- tresses. Over him wgre quilts of delicate fabric. On floor were many rugs tinted heaps of autumnal leaves. “This is Persia,” he concluded, thinking of the rugs. He had never been to Persia. At some vaguely later period he thought he heard the creak of an opened door, and his own leaden eyelids seemed to creak as he heaved them ajar. The door was indeed slightly opened, and peering into the room was a face. It was the black and glistening skull of a Negroid—something more than a Negro and less than a man. (TO BE CONTINUED) the like There comes the time in the do- | mestic life of the man of the house | when of all things in the world he | yearns, with super-powered earnest- i ness, for a bit of sandpaper, maybe not large enough to cover & can- celed postage stamp. But, at the immediate moment, that scrap of sandpaper is worth its weight in gold to him and it is non- existent in his otherwise happy home. It gives him small comfort, then, to be informed that there are in this country manufacturing plants where the abrasive stuff is turned out by the acre, where miles of the material, in the making, are run through automatic machines and, further, that the growing uses for sandpaper in all sorts of indus- tries are steadily increasing its out- ut. y Most sandpaper is not paper, and sand is not the scratchy stuff which makes it useful, but the material always will be known as sandpaper, “Sandpaper has ceased to be mere grains of sand glued to paper and has become a tool with thou- sands of cutting edges,” D. H. Kil- leffer of New York says in a report to the American Chemical society. “Variations of as much as 1,000 per cent in the usefulness of sandpaper were formerly common. Today myriads of tiny cutting edges, ar- ranged and held in orderly array, cut surfaces instead of wearing down surfaces by mere friction. “Literally millions of dollars’ worth of sandpaper are consumed dustries. Production of such wide- ly different articles as fine furni- airplanes, shoes and steel mens, machine work and marbles, gem stones and golf clubs, consume ide, as an abrasive, abrasives are required to meet the requirements. Above all, each of with the greatest possible uniform. ity and at a unit price that must be kept down. The most important development in this industry has been the process of securing uni. formity in distribution and position of abrasive particles on the sheet by using an electric field. “The Name Is Familiar™ BY FELIX B. STREYCKEMANS und ELMO SCOTT WATSON Tom and Jerry AKE some egg whites, egg volks, powdered sugar, brandy, rum and whiskey, mix it all up, and you have a Tom and Jerry. Take rien name of America’s greatest bar- tender, Jerry Thomas, mix that up, and you again have Tom and Jerry. Yes, it was Jerry Thomas, head bartender of the old Metropolitan hotel at Broadway and Prince street in New York city who concocted the drink that im: mortalizes his name. Because his parents wanted hi m to become a r and be. cause he was the author of a book ~—the famous ‘Bartender’s Guide’ called Thom was '—he was Professor That such a title not : Jerry Thomas 860s who agine a ba o could ust : born in New n 1625. His parents, o college go he could be a ’r. cv at the age io carry on of 20, he ine whethe d States, ent of Euro ye $ especia } iver bi unlimited repertoire Ad orth of s y world hundreds sands of mothers in m at home for their f{: whom do they have {to Butterick? Mrs. Bu ther. The inventor dressmaking aid was a man, Eben- ezer Butterick. After some ex- peri n nents he cut salable s June 16, ; Th first paticrns were folded by mem- bers of his fam i ly. he had to take ex- tra rooms in a building nearby and five girls were hired to do the folding — but managed to keep his and kept on E. Butterick Ebenezer still beard out of the way with the cutting. The business moved to New York and continued to grow to the point where single cutting machines cut out thousands of patterns of each size at a single stroke. The word “Butterick” in electric lights on the top of the 15-story Butterick build- ing, completed in 1904, was then the largest electric sign in the world. But the building was not finished until a year after Ebenezer Butter- ick died. Sandwich OHN MONTAGU, fourth earl of Sandwich, English politician, gambler and sportsman, born in 1718, was English ambassador to Madrid and lord commissioner of the admiralty—but his only contri- bution to posterity was the inven- tion of the sandwich. His private life was a very im- moral one and he was so intent upon sports and gam- bling that he dis- liked to take time off from them long enough to be served a meal. He ordered one of his servants to slice meat, and put it between two pieces of bread, follow him with several of them and hand one to him when he was hungry. John, Earl of That's how the Sandwich sandwich came into being and where it got its name. And it practically makes the earl of Sandwich the fa- ther of the American picnic. He was a very contemptible per- son, hated more by the English peo- ple than any other nobleman of the Eighteenth century. Among other things, he was guilty of murdering his mistress—an even greater crime than inventing the thing that has made picnics possible ~ but not much greater, (Released by Western Newspaper Union.) ® A General Quiz The Questions 1. What American statesman was the grandson of a king? 2. Is the cantaloupe the same as a muskmellon? 3. What causes an oases in a the first depression 4. When w as i States? in the ite 5. At what period of life does the brain grow fastest? 6. Who wrote the famous “Une finished Sj shony”’—Bach, Schue bert or Beethoven? 7. What is the cag human stom acity of th ach? The Answers 1. Charles Bonaparte, wi in Theodore Roose 2. The cantaloupe of muskmelon. 3. 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