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W not to go In swimming, and yet you
have been In the water."
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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."
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THE CHOICE
"You see, fair one, it's up to you,
me up."
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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
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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:
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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
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'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
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lime in mere.- 41 " ..,
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you! What have you to eat when -wj,.W
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bat voup, my dear Billy, that y y5i
nr1 nnaWArorl lira. BlimPUS. . f J.J
"What a-dearl" said Billy, stopolotV
.Mas his wife. ".
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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
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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
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"What a funny Idea 1" said Mrs.
as they neared home.
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'The idea of fireflies having Kl
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inais wimi limn" ma ",., ..j
Mrs. Bumpus laughed softly
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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
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