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
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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)
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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
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title
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unlimited repertoire
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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?
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1. Charles Bonaparte, wi
in Theodore Roose
2. The cantaloupe
of muskmelon.
3. Springs risi
ranean
Oases.
4. The first so
10 was
It's cabinet.
is one variety
subter-
cause
ng from
streams generally
alled depression
in the United S occurred in
1785 and il 1789.
5. During the first five years of
lasted unt
from four to five
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