fu , ,'. EVENING LEDGR-PHDJADBlIphIA; TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 19X7 "St- . 9Bk? m'j MP n- .- i5' if fer. U , ! ri.C i i K$? ,V Th Y0Ut,ff Ldy Acr0M lhe Wfly T,lE PADDED CELL K : I l-y1 Nl IT T X X th Hff" HQWTOtfEEP VAPERTHE-KITCH&W f b'" 'f-Ntnrrs "x .them eye! --j KjV. , CTBBffijPs -' ". VjfcAT UPS! ) V f -i K!k y laaaaaaraaaaaaaaa- ji I HI x haajft l 7y aaaR. c vJ X. .i ls. The youne lady across the way Bays V $H -2s "viitp ' ' she Imagines It will be a long time be- ." H -"k " Z w fore the speculators have a chance to 5 JB " '- 7 Bend prices flying upward again on the I "iB -S5-2. V I 'w strength of advance peace news from .k VO 5?? I f- Washington. -flMl J .-SSI' s. b How It Happened KjlE 0 v !& "Now, Willie, you know 1 told you "-V. J sv P W not to go In swimming, and yet you have been In the water." BV'. ' "I know It, ma, but Satan tempted I atm I 6 " k I ift'i I "And why did you not tell Satan to P" S" . " . yT JK', - set behind you?" f f X X K ' "I, did. and he kicked mo In." U- , Y Y V E . ' SCHOOL DAYS V Sfery Tnofiier van(s , j V Jy 7T C- tierL.cU . v HXl W). i Hey -mtwl p; hginlk world-. L V A j I f V Looy at -me! The Modern Amazon "Is .Helen an athletic girl?" "Well, rather; she threw over one of the tackles on the Tale team." Harvard Lampoon. Accomplished The Purple Cow. "Young man, do you make a practice of drinking?" "Practice! I've learned." .REDUCTO MWmSQ6ClW.tHTftCrrY IFTHB HwarBPgKQ5. , H ".f r THi, wont WWIMIMNC r - f -. ., I B THE CHOICE "You see, fair one, it's up to you, me up." AD ABSURDUM tuCTfarm OrU MAf hov vmant SMoll.i.. ptoucrt. emtn& rvt i OF TWO EVILS Ideas. You've cither got to accept mo or help Clever Children The past week's subject In the kin dergarten had b.een wind. The sub Jcct was pretty well exhausted and the teacher to stimulate Interest said In her most enthusiastic tone: "Chil dren, as I came to school In the car oday the door opened and somebody kissed me softly on the cheek. What do you think It was?" And tho children answered, "The conductor." Lehigh Burr. A Matter of Policy Ttler. "What I a great, big, strong man like yeu begging?" . , THE AFTERGLOW fitrjiMAnv or ritRrr.iiiNci SToniES Allan Rlfrn, a contultlnj nglnr, ami nalrlfe Ktndrlck, Ma ilnorapher. wake from a Ion n!fp n his offlre In the toSver of lhe .Metropolitan Life Insurance DullUlng. Neiv Tork cltyi thy look about them and "a the office Interior fallen to decay, while felow they behold a va.t forcit of great trees where New Tork elly once stood. It la eldent that their aleep haa lasted through centuries, and that during this unconscious lapse the city haa been destroyed by some great catastrophe. They seem to b the only survivors of the Inhabitants of the western continent. They clothe themselves primitively and aubslst on food which has withstood the ravages of centuries In glass Jars. After a time a troop of malformed savages appears. They storm tho tower and ft ds P'rale battle ensues. Stern and Ueatrlce escape, finding a refuge In a ruined mamHn on the Hudson. After a time ihev set salt for lloston In a boat which Slern has built He hores to And the telescope of the Harvard University by which to verify his discovery of the earth'a chanced relations with Its astral neighbors, They reach what was once the city of I'rovldence. where they find rusty firearms, still serviceable, and an aeroplane which Stern repairs. In on expedition of exploration In the machlno they are drawn Into a terrible abjss, where, the sun never shines, and are captured by strango people nbd condemned to death. In a groat battle Stern uses his firearms and repels his cartora' enemies, thus gaining their friendship. After many further adventures Stern and Uealrlcn escape from the abjss In the aeroplane and regain the land of the sun. Tlin STOIIY T1IU8 r.ut Once mors on earth, Allan and Heatrlce bury the patriarch who waa their friend In th abjss and who accompanied them io the old world, only to die at the first touch of "" th sun. Aiound the patriarchs neck Is a chain and small locket which contains In structions where to find tho records of the lost civilization. The paper crumbles as they read, but the two gather enough to direct them. They start for their old home on the banks of the Hudson, only to And it occu pied by the horde. The beast-sivages de stroy the building while Allan and neatrlre are attacking from the raulllac. In despair they make for Storm King, the mountain whlrh is the sight of the great (lothlo Cathedral. Here It Is that some of tho records are stored, rilAI'THK VI (Continued) Hi: POCKrcTKD the new-found puns and cartridges and onco more, torch on high, Marled down tho passage, with the girl nt his side. "Keo here, Allan !" "Kh?" "On the wall here a painted stripe?" Ho held tho torch close and scrutinized the mark. "Looks like It. Pretty well gono by now Just a flake hero nnd a rlauh theie, but I guess It einco was a broad band of white. A guide?" They moved forward again. Tho strip ended In a blur that might onco have been an Inscription Here, there, a letter faintly showed, but not ono word could now bo mado out. "Too bad," he mused. "It must havo been mighty Important or they wouldn't have " "Here's a door, Allan!" "Ko? That's right. Now this looks like business at last!" Ho examined the door by tho unsteady flicker of the torch It was of Iron, still In tact, nnd fastened by a long iron bar dropped into massive metal staples. "Heat It In with the ax?'sho queried, "No, Tho concussion might reduce every thing Inside to dust. Ah! Here's padlock ,and a chain!" Carefully ho studied tho chain beneath bent brows "Here, Beta, you hold the torch, so. That's right. Now then " Already he had set tho ax-bladc between the padlock and the staple. A quick jerk tho lock flew open rasping',), Allan tried to lift tho bar, but It resisted. A tai of the nx and It gave, swinging upward on a pivot Then a minute later tho door swung Inward, yielding to his vigorous push. Together they entered tho crypt of solid concrete, a chamber forty feet long by half as wide and vaulted overhead with arches, crowning perhaps twenty feet from tho door "More skeletons, so help me !" Allan pointed at two more on the pave ment at tho left of tho entrance, "Why how could that happen?" queried "Beta puzzled "Tho door was locked out side'" "That s so. Hither vhere must be somo other exit from this place or there were dissensions and fightings among (ho party Itself Or these men were wounded and were locked In here for safe-keeping while the others made a sortie and never got back, or I don't know! Frankly, It's too much for me. If I were a story writer I might figure It out, but I'm not. No mat ter they're here, anyhow i that's all. Here two of our own people died ten centuries ago, trying to preserve civilization and tho-l world's nistory lor ruture ages, lr mere were to bo any such. Two martyrs. I salute them!" In sllenco and awed sympathy they In rpected the mournful relics of humanity a minute, but took good care not to touch them. "And now the records I" liven as Stern spoke he saw again a dimly painted line, this time upon the floqr, all but Invisible beneath the dust of cen turies that had come from God knows where, 4 "Come, let's follow the line!" cried he. It led them straight through the middle of the crypt and to a sort of tunnel-like vault at tho far end, This they entered quickly and almost at once knew they had reached the goal of their long quest. In front of them, about seven feet from the floor, a rough white star had been smeared. Directly below It a kind of nl cove or recess appeared, lined with shelves of concrete. What Jts original purpose may hae been It would be hard to say; perhaps It may have been Intended as a storage place for the cathedral archives. But now the explorers saw It wai partly filled with pile on pile of curiously crinkled patchment not protected In any way from the air. not covered or boxed In, To the right, however, stood a massive chest, seemingly of sheet-lead. "Some sense to the lead," growled Stern ; "but why they left their records open to the air, blest If I can see!" He raised the torch and flared 'the light along the shelves, and then he understood. For here, there, copper nails glinted dully, lying In dust that once urjon a time had been wood. "I'm wrong. Beta: I apologize to them," Stern exclaimed, 'These were all secure ly boxed once, but the boxes have gone' to pieces long since. Dry-rot, you know. Well, let's see what condition the parch ments are In !" She held the torch while he tried to raise one, but It broke at the slightest touch. Again he assayed, and a third time. Same result. "Great Seatt!" he ejaculated, nonplused. "See what we're up against, will yOU7 We've found 'em and they're ours, but " They stood considering a minute. All at once a dull metallic clang echoed heavily through the crypt. Despite herself the glrlshuddered. The eery depths, the gloom. ' the skeletons had all conspired to shake her nervei. "What's that?" she whispered, gripping Allah by the arm. "That? Oh nothing I Now how the deuce are we going to get at these" "It was something, Allan I But what?" lie grew suddenly silent. "By Jove It sounded like the door" "The door? Oh, Allan, quick I" A sudden. Irresistible fear fingered at the strings of the man's, svttwt At the baok I IbbbbbW'bbLbbbbbbbbbbbbKbW aVl ''JKfrTRKtUt lsVllllH D II if I IlIlliHik -sfVlU I With a wild verbcration, a scream of sundered metal and a clatter of flying fragments, the staple gave way. aged to say "It couldn't be, of course. There's no ono here. It " But already she was out of the alcove With tho torch held high In nir, ho stood thero peeling with wide eyes down tho long blackness of the crypt, striving to pierce tho dark. Then suddenly he heard her cry of terror "The door, Allan ! Tho door! It's shut!" rilAl'TP.K VII lhe I.enden Chest NOT nt any had wnken y tlmo slnco the gill nnd ho kened In tho tower, moro than a )car ngo, had Allan felt so compelling a fear as ovcrsvvept him then Tho siege of the Horde nt Madison Forest, the plunge down tho cataract, tho fall Into tho Abyss and the battle with tho l.anskaam had all taxed his coinage to tho utmost, but be had met these pel lis with more calm than he now faced the blank mennco of that metal door, For now no sky overhung him, no human agency opposed him, no counterplay of stress nnd sttlfo thrilled his blood. No; the girl and ho now were far un derground In a crypt, n tomb, walled round with Incalculable tons of concrete, barred from tho upper world, nlone and for the flint tlmo In his llfo tho man knew some thing of tho anguish of unreasoning fear. Yet he was not bereft of powers of ac tion. Only nn Instant he stood there mo tionless and staring; then with a cry, word less and harsh, ho ran toward the barrier. Beneath his spurning feet the friable skeletons crumbled and nnlshed ; he dashed himself against tho door with a curse that was half a prayer; he htrove with It and staggered back, livid anil shaken, for It held ! Now Beatrlco had reached It, too. In her hand tho torch trembled and shook. She tried to speak, but could not. And ns ho faced her, thero Ih the tombllko vault, their eyes met silently. A deathly stillness fell, with but their heart-beats and tho sputtering of the torch to deepen It. "Oh !" she gasped, stretching out a hand. "You we can't " He licked his lips and tried to smile, but failed, "Don't-don't be afraid, little girl!" he stammered. "This can't hold us, possibly. Tho chain I broke It!" "Yes, but,the bar, Allan the bar I How did you leave the bar?" "Raised !" The ono word seemed to seal their doom. A shudder passed through Beatrice. . . "So then," she choked, "some air current swung the door shut and the bar fell " A sudden rage possessed the engineer. "Damn that infernal staple!" he gritted, and as he spoke the ax swung Into nlr. Crash ! On the metal plates It boomed and echoed thunderously. A ringing clangor vibrated tho crypt. Crash ! Did the door start? No ; but In the long eroded plates a Jagged dent took form. Again the ax swung high. Cold though the vault was, sweat globuled his forehead, where the veins had swelled to twisting knots. Crash ! With a wild verberatlon, a scream of sundered metal and a clatter of flying frag, ments, tho staple ga)e way. A crack showed round tho edge of the Iron barrier. Stern flung his shoulder against the door. Creaking, It swung, Ho staggered through. One hand groped out to steady him, against tho wall. From the other the nx dropped crashing to the floor. Only a second he stood thus, swaying; then ho turned nnd gathered Beta In his arms. And on his breast she hid her face, from which the roses all had faded quite. He felt her fighting back the tears, and raised her head and kissed her. "There, there!" he soothed. "It wasn't anything, after nil, you see. But If we hadn't brought the ax with us " "Oh. Allan, let's go now I This crypt I can't-V' "We will go very soon. But there's no danger now, darling. We're not children, you know. We've still got work to do. We'll go soon ; but first, those records I" "Oh, how can you,v after nfter what might have been?" He found the strength to smile, "I know," he answered, "but It didn't happen, after all. A miss Is worth a mil lion miles, dear. That's what life, seems to mean to us, and haa meant ever sinew we woke In the tower, peril and risk, labor and toll and victory! Come, come, Jef8 get to work again, for there's so endlessly much to do." Calmer grown, the girl found new cour age In his eyes and In his strong embrace "You're right, Allan. I was a llttlo fool to" He stopped her self-reproach with kisses, then picked up the torch from the floor where It had fallen from- her nerveless hand. "If you prefer," he offered. "I'll take you back Into the sunlight, and you can It under the trees and watch the river while I" ' 'Where you are. there am 1 1 Coma. Allan l lef get It over with. Oh, .what with me all that has happened? Who could bo my mate nnd face the future as you're doing? Oh, If you only understood my estimate of you ! "But now let's get atthose records again. Time's passing, and there must be still no end of things to do!" Ho recovered his ax, and with nnother blow demolished tho last fragment of the staple, so that by no possibility could tho door catch again. Then for tho second tlmo they pene trated tho crypt and the tunnel nnd once more reached tho alcovo of the records. "Beatrice!" "What Is It, Allan?" "Look! Gone all gone!" "Gone? Why, what do you mean? They'ie " ' "Gone, 1 tell you' My God! Just a mass of rubbish, powder, dust ' "But but how " "The concussion of tho nx ! That must havo done It ! Tho violent sound-waves tho nlr In commotion!" "But, Allan, It can't be! Surely there must be something left!" "You see?" He pointed nt the shelves. She stood anil peered, with him, nt tho sad havoc wrought there. Then she sti etched out a tentatlvo finger and stirred a llttlo of tho detritus. "Catastropho !" she cried. "Yes nnd no. At any rate, It may have been Inevitable." "Inevitable?". He nodded, "Kvcn If this hadn't happened, Beatrice, I'm afraid we never could havo moved nny ot these parchments, or read them, or han dled them In any way. I'eihaps If we'd had all kinds of proper appliances, glass plates, transparent adhcslves, nnd so on, and a year or two at our disposal, we might have mado something out of them, but even so, It's doubtful. "Of course, In detective Rtorles, Hawk shaw can take the nshes right out of tho gtate and piece them together nnd pour chemicals on them and decipher tho mys tery of tho lost rubles, and all that. But this Isn't a story, you t.ee ; nnd .what's more, Hawkshaw doesn't hnc to work with ashes nearly a thousand years old. Ten cen turies of dry-rot that's soma problem 1" She stood aghast, haidly able to believe her eyes. "But but," she finally nitlculated, "there's tho other cache out there In Medi cine Bow Range. The cave, you know. And wo have the bearings. And some time. when we've got all the leisure In tho world nnd all tho necessary appliances " "Yes, perhaps. Although, ot course, you realize the earth Is seventeen degrees out of Its normal plane, and every reckoning's shifted. Still, It's a possibility. But for tho present there's strictly nothing doing, after all." "How about that leaden chest?" She wheeled about and pointed at the other side of tho alcqve, where stood the metal box, sullen, defiant, secure. "By Jove, that's so, too! Why. I'd all but forgotten that! You're a brick, Beta' The box, by all means. Perhaps the most Important things of all are 'still In safety there. Who knows?" "Open It, Allan, arfd let's see !" Her recent terror almost forgotten In this new excitement, the girl had begun to get back some of her splendid Color. And now as she stood gazing at the metal chest which still, perhaps, held the most vital of the records, she fejt again a thrill of ex citement at thought of all Its possibilities The man, too, gazed at it with keen emo tlon. "We've got to be careful this time, Bea trice!" said he. "No more mistakes. If we lose the contents of this chest, heaven only knows when we may be able to get another glimpse into the past. Frankly, the lob of opening It. without ruining tho contents looks pretty stiff. Still, with care It may be done. Let's see, now. what are we un against herol' ' He. took the torch from her and minutely examined the leaden casket. It stood on the concrete floor, massive and solid, about three and a half feet hlch by five long and four wide. So far as he could see. there were neither locks nor hinges. The cover seemed to havo been her. metlcally sealed on. Still visible were the marks of the soldering Iron, In u ragged line about three Inches from the'top "The only way to get In here Is to cut It open," said Allan nt last, "if wo lmd any means of melting the solder that woulf be better, of course, but there's no wav to heat a tool In this crypt. I take It the men who did this work had a plumber's gasoline torch or something of that sort We have virtually nothing. As for building a fire In here and heating one of the aero plane tools, that's out of the 'question It would stifle us both. No, we. must cut That's the best we can do." ' He drew his hunting knife from Its sheath and giving the torch back to Beatrice, knelt by the chest. CIoseN under the line of so ! derlng he dug the blade Into the soft metal, and, boring with It, soon made a puncture through the leaden sheet. Punure "Only a quarter of an Inch" thick." he announced with satisfaction. "This oughtn't to be uch,ft bad Job t" ""gnin A Sequel to .; "Beyond the Great Obliviorl By 'GEORGE ALLAN ENGLAND? quarter of nn hour sufficed to cut awi! the entire front, ul oj Ho rested n little while. Jj "Seems to bo another chest In.M? ' wood," ho told the girl. vt Inj lde- either. I shouldn't wonder If the 1m? preserve.! things absolutely Intact ? M case this nnd Is sure to bo a rich one thS Again ho set to work, in an houi. , " lead box-save only that portion 7 M wan nati been cut off." -"una. "D.J.y? dnr? t0 move ' out. All.. J queried tho girl anxlou.iv. ' A"ni" "Better not. I think we can ral. ." cover as It ts." rals thi; Ho silt up the front corners an .v. J with- comparative ease hentYhl' ??- th- upward. To the explorer's eyes VtnoS " tealed a chest of cedar, Its cover hSPjg copper screws. r neid with' ".Vow for it!" said the man. "We ou.J' to havo one of tho scrcvv-drlvers fi-A fv Paulllac. but that would tak,,w ,h , time. I guess tho knife will d mu, w nn mo niaiio he nttacksd the scr? one by one. and by dint of laborious ' tlence In nhout an hour had removed r twenty of them. "moved alt A mlnuio later ho had pried un lb. . f had quite lemoved It. and had scV It ' Within, nt ono side, they saw n fi something swathed In oiled nvift" oiner nair. or 1110 space was occupied hi eighty or a hundred vertical comnartmeM.M In each of which stood wm.thlTcwSftl enveloped In the snmo material. """Vv "Well, for all tho world If It doesn't look! llko a set of phonograph records!" ' Jects out and very carefully unrapVhV "Just what they are rermvi.t nS .. ." The new Chalmcrs-Knemarck proctsLn, (' that is, In 1917. So. then, thkf, a rtSXSf wnni env -" . Ho pointed nt the oiled canvas (CONTINUED TOJlonrtOW.) Farmer Smith's Column ABSENT My Dears I have Just discovered a. wM uunui iiunE: aiMii.M- is composed of "ib", and "sent." When you are not at schooil' you arc "sent nb." I wonder what "tb means? 1 .1 ... .1.1 . nn... . . -.-M'l- Do )ou know that when you are ab-ient from school you are navlnar for .nm.in. )ou do not get? What a howl you woulJ(f ...... ui, ,. juu .tt-iii. iu me Krocer s ana paid). for somo potatoes which did not come wlthl the other things! 6 Yot )ou nro nbsent from school and yourl dear parents nre paying for you Just tail r.niui.-. wny mil iry io no ai scnooi everri, day? Why not GET WHAT YOU ARM PAYING FOR? f isn t the teacher there or some ons to iau ncr piiigoj vvny are you not there? Sick! Why are you sick? My darlings, for the llfo of me I cannot see why children nre so proud of being sick. Many of you sit down and write to m that, you are well again and seem to OLORTi In tho fact that you have been absent from otuuui lor inrco wnoie clays or more. Who cares7 Tho teacher Is paid to go to school whether! you are mere or not. Docs she MISS YOU? I hope so, but I hope that you will eto and think nt this fan whan .,, ...... Dv ING FOR WHAT YOU DO NOT GET.! "Does my teacher miss me, or Is she clad; I am not there?" , ' a' Oh! How hapnv I would he if r mniiii have diphtheria, pneumonia or somethlngrj eioo nu nun i couiu not go to scnooi and talk to my dears every day. ' BUT Si . t,u jiu .mm iu ue sick. v nen i sneezs there comes a voice savlnir. "KEEP OOIN'O.' T l.o.'a. ..,. .I. . l.- ,. .. -j FARMER, THE CHILDREN NEED YOU.' And I DO KEEP GOING for your sakV m, juu ieep going io piease Your loving editor. Farmer Smith. SERGEANT JONAH GOAT By Farmer Smith ".Mercy me!" exclaimed Willy Firedr.'. who was sitting up In the top of a treeV watching Billy Bumpus trying to escape! from tho Goatvllle police station. "After! I have taken the trouble to tell Billy howJ; to get out of that terrible place, he hai gono and run right Into Sergeant Jonahl Goat. It seems ns though the more youl do for somo people the more trouble they get into." , Willie did not waste a minute, but flewj away to Mrs. Rumpus's home and sat on the, window sill, flashing and flashing his tlnyjf light until Mrs. Bumpus saw him and cam tn Mia tflnnri "Welcome, my poor, dear husband I ThaiAl Willie Firefly for getting you out," wallj her greeting. JJI "Don't thank mo for anything." ehouted Jl Willie. "Hurry, hurry, HURRY ! Billy cot 1 out and was caught." JM Mrs. BUmpus did not stop to put on atr wraDS. but rushed off In the direction of'J tho Goatvllle police station. Just before J she reached the building she heard voieef, and stopped to Ifsten. "Oh. nlp.isn. Mr. Jonah, do let me fGj homo and kiss my wife and baby good-hfjo before you lock me up once more. PleaaAJJ Mr. Jonah." "Can't do it," replied Sergeant Jon fifint hrleflv. "I havo the dearest nnd sweetest wl.J, In nil thn world, and mv dauchtcr ! eleep-l lug and doesn't know I'm here. So let rMfl go home and kiss them good-by. PLEAsajJ nf. Innnh lJ Mrs, Bumpus smiled to herself when hf heard the nice things Billy was saying aoou.r Vo Than fiViA A IH II RtmnCB thing, SMj started to shout: iit...t ........ t.a.HH f lan.l, fnm. nerfll alUllrtll, UUIIIO I1CI O . OW,,., w...v T The poor sergeant was so frightened ; t.a.ninn. n ,-nia. fmm tViA darkness tl-ll he turned nnd ran back to the police tlon as fast as he couia. . -sj OhIpv ns a flash Mrs. Burnous ran to nw,3 liuehanrlVa slrln nml ttlffiW her armS afOUWa kla a..la Ilia !C,.I, .- 'miiiFt nh niv niltvl" she BObbea. "Come on. let's hurry home. I'm hungry-i bukkcbicu Dill. .hlnf" "You must be starving, you poor l? -., -.. t, . .!,.. hnth trotted""! Billll .UrS. DUIlllJUD. . Wltj - - ,t -,.j in nn nireciion 01 uicir iiutus. --... u' ii a.niiA,' t.iiii "r had an j ICa, ILUIIvU a,,J - , ,ij lime in mere.- 41 " .., .. T ...oIH rmf lllro tn live Very I P you! What have you to eat when -wj,.W noTi , .... ,,. .i.llcioui W bat voup, my dear Billy, that y y5i nr1 nnaWArorl lira. BlimPUS. . f J.J "What a-dearl" said Billy, stopolotV .Mas his wife. ". ,.T ,. i. a ...! 4Viinaf. It mages I do anything for the one they lll! Mrs. Goat, giving Biuy an "ir - l.-...n II,. flreflles love VOU. S1J . . ,. . . ..I- . .. v.. la. pan to quiCKenivg nm biv " -- ... aj of the brickbat soup. "I guess w"()w"S ... .....II. ..M n .laa .AUD. to give vYiiiio ouiuo ui "",,--,.,., 1 "Fireflies don't like soup." ventures "".'t,.... .n rnrreed Billy. H h? for a while and then asked. "I wonder i j i t ViA.i iritphensl ' "What a funny Idea 1" said Mrs. as they neared home. intu.H. ..nn..9.l aatls.n1 nlllV. Will.!, a 4Ullllj . ..a.a- ... 'The idea of fireflies having Kl .. "' ?. l?0."' b.U.t.I,AB Kir" L"eJr..aJLc.u. '""v. "'Vi'rTi-hV s.er . inais wimi limn" ma ",., ..j Mrs. Bumpus laughed softly 111.......... . fnnnt, .llAUT ' r 1UUIO .M.I.IJ ,..". afc.1 By this time they had reached mm ot their home and the telephone JJ lnir. "I Kuess I'll wan nww. ."' 'as hla wife went In the front' do rr ig JIM WflK.'wth '4'tmtrim t-v.
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