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EVENING LEDGER PHILADELPHIA, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 8, 1915
1
THE THRASHING OP THE
' . ... -.,,i .n details hero of jabs,
tYEiu na wln. West. fclnts
'Xl100""" ., ,wnts. If your fancy
Lf P'w , ., ...nn.l,,. consult the
Irjii' l" . , ,.,. morn nc newsna-
rti" - t,.i s. For seven mln- I
Kf " 5. rnlfux's stopwatch) tha two
f (;iri id dlllsently without let or ,
Pro..V Mr. Adams proven 10 iniiras i
knrftty ring style: but so did tho
Pl7,PUh be"? and marked endur-
trtther, win u h.Blnnlni? of !hn
Fc,.t m nut'e. the editor iwho, truth to
ES ud beS s'"e ther the worst
Pi i( rUht BlonB) SO' "" w""'" "
t ,- -ntched for that It amounted to
Frit wont. U popped out suddenly
M?". of n desperate rally. Mr.
W1 Lh.ii swung murderously at tno etii
IilJ missed, and was momentarily
wrUl hw?, rnime , skilfully
VSZ 1 with his left arm. was stnrtlnff
Effiht home to io mo worn. .. no
Ktl more) happencu wan i"o k .
T1. ,, bv some strango angle of
:'L the editor became aware In a
CS?rt.t Hie toiwr window did. after
?". : j . r-nildess race, anu ins arm
.. Mfaij-Md. Petrlfylngly It rushed
Mi PIU,i,... ...I. lr,nii whom ho was
tf Bit" .!',,, fmm the upstanding
XVe . nolWn? I than the big
It"111" "L.n,i h. hesitated, turned to
?.. And In that flylnir Instant ho Raw
thti;?,rioui Krin, was aware of a tiny.
Tlctorlous Krii , him.Mf ruck-
W downward Into a deep and dreamless
I - - u (.. ,nu ell?'
?To.' "'V a llttto lati.h:
.ware's that terrible brother of yours?"
:ShI has Bonc-wlth Mr. Colfax, ana by
..", 'sent It was understood among
f that the light was over. Of course,
however, If you "
, .niv wanted to shake him by the
il4." M,d thc ealtor' "nnd '?." "
t,i a belier man um. '
55,'. .. m his feet by stages, expertly
Irtllng- himself for damages. Upon his
Kiwis , ii,ro ivna nn mnrk
ttencut youiiH ....-
!n Kemlsh.
'lWhr. I'm sound as a trivet! said ho
Mllhtedly, trending about the tea gar-
S end kicking out with his feet. "Got
B, on thc Jaw, I supporo?
?The Action writer watched his man-
;rs darkly And present y the editor
tmA w i,im. his bright nair sinning
Jhindfr tho morning run.
i"01d chap, let s snaKu uu - -.
"J.t t,,.1,n11 men. If., did not lOOK
!v -- .. -.frito,- nimht to look who
Jhu Just (through his ngent) licked a
iihameiess rejector ui ,.,.y.Mv.. -
:,uea down at the cdltor'B hand, gazed
Jp at the editor's eye, and paled.
"it Is Impossible," said he.
m,. rriitor's hand lowered, and the
Hm look dl.d In ms cye9
i '"Don't you think I got pounded hard
'mouth to-to wipe out our little dif
ference of opinion?"
"Ordinarily speamnK nusaiuij- u.
'1 don't understand your code, of
Ic'oorae," resumed thc editor almost
pleadingly. "But I tnougiu inui mu
jlght ended the trouble between us. I
il honed that perhaps we might bo
friends."
I"lt Is not possible."
."Then I-I suppose l musi go."
'Jobn Marshall mado no reply.
v itt.ma nrrt ,in n loniy. Htronir arm
wd'bent down a spray of pink rambler
roses, ji was a pruuy ecaiuio ii "u
kil learned from u lady.
Tour sister," ho saiu, mucu cmoar
rused, "was so very good as to men
tion to me the thc Horso Show ball
Umlght I thought that perhaps when
we tad hammered our bitterness away
trl-mlsht bo permitted to stay for It."
Tt L nut nt thn nnfMtlon ' Rnhl John
;llit!hall, through clenched teeth.
"Tien I l must go," lcpitcd the cui
tur. It nas pitiably evident that he did not
want to go, lie wandered sadly about
the charming tea garden, palpably put-
ttn AFP 1i. vnnmnn, rt rlnnfi ....a f f
ndden a ray of hope appeared to lighten
;tty melancholy. Once more ho stood Im
ploringly before the unreconciled com-
twnr oi ncuon.
Don't you think, Mr. Marshall con-
..uuuis unit i m ine ucaien man ana
il-don't you think perhaps you could
do mo ono little favor before I go?" I
PARMER
Dear Everybody I know a little boy who calls a bank a "Money Store."
Now, isn't that funny?
What do you know about a bank? Have you any money in your bank at
tone, or in a big bank downtown ?
What is the difference between vour bank at home and a savincs bank?
Yoa answer, money at home earns nothing, whilo the money in the savings
tttlt earns INTEREST.
, Money which is not earning interest is "lazy motley." It stays around
until you spend it perhaps foolishly. You do not like to take money from the
wrings bank because it is working for you.
If you deposit one dollar (100 pennies) in the bank every month for a
yr you will have $12.20 at the end of the year, and if you keep on putting in
II per month, at the end of 10 years you will have ?139.96. All at the rate of
'Percent.
Can't you earn 25 cents a week?
i If one year from now Farmer Smith's Rainbow Club has been the means
making one (only one) member save a dollar a month for 12 months I shall
wveiy happy, and I am sure the member will be happy, too.
.. s is the Christmas season. Enough money is spent foolishly to feed
bwm of Philadelphia for a year. What is the rule about spending your
money? Simply this: When you go to buy something, a stick of candy or an
WsWp, simply ask yourself, "DO I NEED IT?"
It wpp you K to buy a Christmas gift ask yourself if the person who gets
I'SNbEDS IT. I am going to talk to you lots about MONEY.
FARMER SMITH,
The Children's Editor. Evening Ledger.
$weat Doings in Henville
nV9 you bought vnni Ctn-Iitmnq
ffweat, yet?" asked Mr. Rooster of
h'v 5 orn- one morning.
Liu' rep,le(l Mrs Leghorn. "I
yours first of all."
rrem! Ahem'" went Mr. Rooster.
fktfa ur """' iI0W inou&ntIU
!I. couldn't tell vou. for If T An u
taTT be a surprise and a Christ-
mtCtZ l ,a not a Christmas pres
ffiZTwt a surprise," replied Mrs.
--v Ut
W, tutl"
replied
Mr, Rooster,
mind telling
m? 7m
wouldn't
"Are you going
kl' . H
irri oiit; ujj yuur
j stocking?"
," -
i
S3
uuiciy, aure
ly," said Mr,
Rooster,
litin . v
rf&iZA
fc? "wnatiamgo-
!j. ng to give you
i will not At in
.. .. i t i
W about the wagon? I will
Hie WaEOn. Will mv nrospnt
that?"
Wight," answered Mrs. Leg-
vui y0U woui,j havo to tie it
nasre An ,... i ,i. ..
rme? '::.: " "5 prea"
- -ia an, jvtwsier.
By HENRY SYDNOR HARRISON
"You must tell me what It Is." ,
"Couldn't you Just lot mo take your
lawn mower," begged the editor, "and
and run It a few times over that
beautiful side lawn of yours?"
The fiction writer stared at him.
"It is my favorite exercise," added
tho editor, lying hastily. "I-at home.
"If you arc serious In your extraor
dinary request, sir," said John Marshall
In a hard voice, "I-must decline to
grant It."
Tho editor made a little gesture ot
resignation nnd despair.
"I-hoped that you might nnd It pos
sible for Just half an hour Then,
goodby. I can find my way perfectly."
He turned and left the garden beau
tiful, with bowed head wended Ills way
to tho ancient barn. Propped ngalnst
the barndoor, blistering In tho sun full
under his eye, stood a large, new, red
lawn mower. Tho editor stared at It,
fascinated.
There, not M yards away, stretched the
tangled and neglected sldo lawn the ono
blot on tho perfect place. Here, In his
very hand, was the Ingenious Instrument
which could erase that blot In nlmost tha
winking of an eye. And not a soul was
In sight, anywhere
The editor, nn Olympian In white,
Relzed tho lawn mower, and pushed It
cautiously over tho luxuriant green,
looking about him furtively as ho did
90. The mower squeaked, but he pushed
on, cutting with dogged flic en . Utn ith
his senso of guilt, beneath his deep gloom,
he drew hnpplness from the small service
of love. He must soon depart forever
from the lovely old Marshall home, but
at least he would leave behind him a.
subtlo nnd sweet reminder of his brlof
visit lo UlyBliun. There was one who
would look from her window In tho daya
lo come upon the new-mown lawn, and
perhaps she would think
Feot trod upon the awnlngod side porch
of the house, now closo by, and John Mar
shall advanced over tho grass. And tho
editor Baw that his face was not menacing
(as ho had feared) but was wlilto ua
death.
"Mr. Adams, do you caro to kick me,
sir?"
Tho editor leaned his white pongee nrms
upon tho handle of the lawn mower. Ten
derness came Into his voice as he ad
dressed Miss DInpa Marshall's brother. .
"There's not it mnn In this world." said
ho slowly, "tlmt I hadn't rather kick
than you."
"Hero In my own home, In sight of a
public street, hero where my own scivnnts
can 8co It come," said Mr. Marshall,
"kick mo!"
"May the Lord Btrike my foot oft be
fore I do any such thing," said Adams.
'Why, what on earth's stinging you, old
I mean, what Is tho source of your wor
rlment, Mr. Marshall?"
"I'm a nar and a cad," said the fic
tion writer, bravely looking tho editor
In the eyes. "That was not my brother
you fought with In the garden, Mr.
Adams."
Mr. Adams, started, bewildered. "Why,
what do you mean7"
"When you when you laid your hands
on mo thoro In tho hotel," said John
Marshall, through white lips, "I seemed
to go crazy. Wo are like that. If I had
been born 20 years earlier, I would have
shot you down then and there. As It
na-I did want to kill you. I must have
lost my head entirely. I named my
bi other to represent me. I have no
brother. I "
"But who was that splendid fellow,
then?"
"lied Costlgan, tho heavyweight cham
pion of the Southern States," said Mr.
Marshall wildly. "Berkeley's his home.
Now do you ono why I couldn't shako
hands with you. Now will you kick
me? Come, kick me! I Insist upon It,
sir!"
With tho face of death, ho folded his
arms and stood In tho approved position.
But Instead of obeying that desperato
mandate, Mr. Adams collapsed upon the
grass.
Keeling no impact In the nature of a
foot, tho writer of fiction slowly turned.
Mr. Adams was rolling about the lawn,
the victim of a mysterious paroxysm,
kicking this way and that with his
white-shod feet. An astonishing ex
hibition ho made of himself, prone nnd
pnwing tho fragrant earth: yet there
was something so artless and unaffected
In his abandon that you could not havo
said tho effect was wholly displeasing-.
SMITH'S RAINBOW CLUB
HOW TO BECOME A
MEMBER OF FARMER
SMITH'S RAINBOW CLUB
To join The Rainbow Club, copy
following fit your letter or on a
postcard:
FARMER SMITH,
Children's Editor, Evening
Ledger, Philadelphia, Pa.,
Please enroll me as a member of
your club and send me a Rainbow
button. I promise to
Do a little kindness
Each and every day,
Spread a little sunshine
All along the way.
Sign your name and address.
Give your age and tell what school
you attend. Send no money or
stamps. Write plainly.
"That's a secret," answered Mrs.
Leghorn.
"Then, all I've gotten for Christmas
so far, is a surprise and a secret?"
"That's all," replied Mrs. Leghorn,
as she left Mr. Rooster thinking very,
very hard. FARMER SMITH,
Children's Editor, Evening Ledger.
Our Postoffice Box
What a lot of willing little people i
EDITOR
In time, he struggled to a sitting posi
tion, looked wildly at John Marshall,
and shout out, "I'm not the editor,
either!" nnd onco more collapsed.
John Marshall stood and stared down
nt him. He did not smile. Hut the mer
ciful color came trickling back Into his
face, and tho agonized lines about his
mouth slowly relaxed.
At last Norman IJ. Adams could rise
and speak. And as he spoke, his good
looking faco sobered; for what tho end
of the matter would bo now he could
no guess.
"Forglvo my aslnlnlty, Mr. Marshall.
Vou'0 slmnlv henten Us ntnuroun game
You see the editor of tho Favorite Is a
little lame man, aged 52. I should put
his weight at 88 pounds. He's a mlchty
good fellow, Walter Ewoll Bryce Is, but
.Mr. Marshall," continued Adams earn
estly, "if i may say so, you're an aw
fully neat letter writer. Of course wo
pictured you as a man seven feet tall,
"Ith a felt h I mean a big black felt
nat, and a couplo of bowlo knives stuck
Into your top boots. I happened to bo
going to Richmond anyway, on business,
ro wo persuaded old iiryc "
"But who are you. sir?"
"Oh, I'm Adams really a great friend
of his son's, Tommy Bryce. I I've dono
n little amateur boxing nt the New York
Athletic Club," ho ndded dlllldently. And
then he camo to a sudden nervous stop,
awaiting the first words of tho fiction
writer with unconccnlable anxiety.
John Marshall stared Intently at the
top or a tall oleander bush.
"Tho affair of honor becomes some
what confused," said ho Blowly, biting
his lip "Let mo see. If a heavyweight
cnampion licks tho friend or an editor's
son, exactly whero do I get oft?"
"It's equivalent to your licking tho edi
tor," Bald Adams eagerly. "Ask anybody
any court of honor, nnd they'll tell you
mo same. Why, you could make a mon
key of Bryco. Mr. Marshall. And oh. by
thc way," ho ran on hurriedly, "ho let
out somo mighty decent things to mo
about your stuff. Bryce did. Ho sold that
story of yours, 'Made In Dlxlo' "
" 'A Maid o' Dixie,' " corrected John
aitirsnnll.
"I mean 'A Maid o" iJlxio' would havo
hfon Hccrptablc but for some bttlc irl-
Uli'ir f ult nf cons'nU'tlof, It'" nil i trlrlr,
you know they have no end of little
i-'-i r di - . 'Iniini 'li i
He broke ofT dead-stood rooted In his
tracks A girl all In wlilto appeared sud
denly nn the Itttlo awnlnged porch, nnd
her volco whs the volco of a brook
muting over cicnr, wnito stones. i!
"f won't Intrudo nnd be rebuffed again."
said she "But of course, you havo made
Mr. Adiims promlso to stay for dinner,
John?"
Tho fiction writer looked Into tho
mutely beseeching eyes of the ex-editor;
then looked oft toward hla sister.
"Welt, of course, Dlnna," he replied
without n quiver. "I am now ncklng
him to show cause why he shouldn't
spend n week with us."
With one flying glanco the vision on
tho porch seconded the Invitation, and
was gone. Into Mr. Adams' cheek
streamed the revivifying pink.
"I sny, old chap," he stammered
huskily, "this Is awfully awfully de
cent of you. I can't tell you how I "
"It's a regulnr part of tho code," said
John Marshall drcnmlly. "Do yon
know, I'm sort of sorry I pumped it
into Bryce so hard. Ho sounds like a
pretty good fellow to me."
"Walt," said Adams, taking his hnnd
In a large firm grasp, "till you see tho
bully letter he writes you when I go
back and tell him well, what an old
brick you are "
"Meantime," said Marshall, bethinking
himself of tho duties of host, "as the
hour Is appioachlng dinner time, I pro
pose that wo eludo the ladies, and mosey
around In the direction of the dining
room, there to conclude thn ceremonies
of honor. I hope I may say to you,
Adams, without seeming to brag, that our
old man Mosc puts over tho finest thing
In the nature of a mint Julep that ever
n thirsty eye rested upon."
THE END.
"THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER"
By Rupert Hughe i, fccgi'ni
in tomorrow'
EVENING LEDGER
there arc in the world, if you only
take the trouble to find them! The
Rainbow Club has taken that trouble
and is finding them in about every
corner of tho city nnd in a lot of cor
ners not in the city at all.
Little Martha Atkinson, of Colwyn,
Pa., writes that she is forming a
Rainbow Club in Delaware County.
Myrtle Depputy, of Wilmington, Del.,
sends us notice that she and her young
friends of that city are busy directing
little folks "down Rainbow way." No
wonder that our Rainbow is growing
bigger and brighter every day!
Catherine Thomas, Mifflin street,
wants to know what she can do to
help the club. Just now, we think it
would be splendid if she and the other
children who are asking the same
question would hunt up some old
story books to fill the Christmas
stockings of the little readers who
are not looking for Santa Claus this
year.
Your Workroom
A little artist has been working
with his tools.
Dram by Jamej Daley, S. Rosowood street.
Do You Know This?
(1) What is the difference between
a new penny and an old dime? (Three
credits.) (2) What 13 there that be
longs to you and yet is used more by
others than by yourself? (Five
credits.) (3) Who wears the largest
hat in the world? (Three credit)
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