v i EVENING M5TOEU-PHIEADELPHIA, SATTJBDAY, MAItOS ID, pi!T., iv tL$msj4 The Young Lady Across the Way The you tie laily ncross, the was says she'd certainly like to do something for the poor Milillcrs our there In tlm trenches If It was nothing more than embroidering a few nice dressing table (.overs lor them Clever Henry Sho (tuurfullj) Ilenrg, our en gagement. Is nt an end, and I wish to return to jou cvcijthlng ou hao ever given me. IIo (cheorllj) Thank, Blanche' You may begin at onto with the, kisses' They nto married now Pearson's Weekly. ' Caustic "I tell jou, hearing those, star opera singers on the phonograph Is almost as pood aa hearing them on the stage. "Far better You can shut them oft whenever jou llko on tho phono graph." Job's Comforter 7ondon llyatander Pessimistic Curate (to man who has lost his business through the war, has three sons at the front, has Just been shown the housekeeping bill for the quarter and received his Income tax as sessment) Believe me, things will b worse before we are done. We haven't suffered at all yet! I 'VJO '- '1 J i v yllrNi L fa' ' x THERE'S ALWAYS HQPE 1 . vZ.fCt ?Jc-' . Cfc" w.r-1 wmmii mi'Lf, w J- pi CTCRAPPLB THK PADDED CELL J HEY! I y ' -. LESSOlSs) itoSiR. teWvN iNTHEPej7 V r AiOJ I VILL MOT J "Z0M jT ACCEPT LSStffVW Till I For That headcOf JJS: CABBAflE." lit ) ! , J I museum rmlskg! r& I H4.vwRrj SCHOOL DAYS -;you ive -y A SURK I'm debating whether til go on a paity "I bet ou win " No Kscapc Ci aw ford -- You must havo felt pleased when tho fnmlly next Tloor with tho phonograph moved out. Crabshavv 1 wus at first; but the people who moved -In play tho uku lele, i S J TS2 bbsbsbsbsbsbsbsbsbsbI maseS, 'ibbsbsbssV bbsbsbsbsbsbsbsbsW Y V bbsbsbsbsbsbsbsbsbsV i i Vrr II "V" w 7 3S til I i mm iSfffiStiMJHiH -this note loyour rnocher Harold. IvJant hertoKiw haw VIELL you are 3fttin dIon? wthjour arrtKirtetic , y atvHthis will mtown her- TIIhNO after tho game or not ' The Sands of Time Z&rigs?L -Tendon Opinion. The Optimist Cheer up. Bert! The 0 war will soon be over, and we'll all ba back In good old Bljpltfyl The resslmlst Tls all very well for you to talk like tbat, Charlie you're one of the lucky ones, nut I'll never see1 Blighty no more. When you and the boys go home they'll put me on to emptyln' the bllnkln' sandbars I Handicapped ".Ernest, were "you looking; through the keyhole last night at your later THE AFTEEGLOW THE flTORY TIICS FAR One moro on enrth drier ttmlr tirrl rncea In thu abrni, Heatrle anil Alln Hart for ihlr bunolow on tho Hudion A thfy near Hop Villa they am that tlm hoMa nt beaat aavarta haa Inttttfi th building and arounda. and that the. In Jadfra hava t Are to ttm home, llroken hartl, Allan auldea hla aroplan toward the areal (lolhlo cathedral on Storm Kin, wheni rerorda of tha laat pllirlmaaa aftr the sreat dlaaater are hidden. Anionic tha recorda la a phonoaraph and dlaca. Includ ing the wedding aervlcr Thre, In th de 'rtd rulna of tha cathedral, lleatrlce and Allan are mirrled The two return to tha edge of tha ahyaa ami prepare a cave on KMtlementt lirfa, where Allan plana to bring tlm Kolk from tha underworld -The cavea enable him to l'ep tha white haired whlte-aklnnad peo ple away from the bright aun during the day Allan returna with two of the Meru. caana on hla drat trip lo find that a giant gorilla had etoln lleatrlce The thr men aava the alrl and Allan continue" hla work of tranaplantlng the Folk to Settlement C'llfTa Wnlle Allan teachea the men the rudl mania of (onstructlon, and civilization lleatrlce Inatrkcta tha wbmn and children in r.iignau and tna three ' Ita " During tha anr'ng a eon la born lo Ihe two re- ' bulldera of ih human raca After a. eral months of work un earth, Allan da a , ifctuwi in tho abvea lleatrlce ntaln trlea to dl'ido him rilPTHIt X.X (Continued) i.'y'KS, ou know Vour Idea of training J- three or four of the most Intelligent men to llv and perhaps building one or two more planes that la establishing a regu lar service to and from tho Abjss That would bo so much wiser, Allan' Think how dcad'y Imprudent It la for ou, jou potKonall) to take this risk every time' h. If nn thing should happen ' Hut it won't ' It can't'" What would become of the colonj " U'o haven t got nnjthlng like enough of a ciait to go ahead with lacking vou' I apeak now without aentlmcnt or foollah, womanly fe.irs but Jut on a tonimon-sense, prac tical basis Viewed nt that angle, ought jou to take the risk again"" ' There s no time now, darling to build mini" planes' No time to teach fljlng' Wove got to recruit the rolonj as fast hs possible. In cafe of emergencies Whv f liavtn t inailo a trip since slnco (lod knows when' Its time 1 was oft now " Allan' Well-' suppose vou never went again "With the population no now have, and the nat ural Increase wouMnt civilization re-establish Itself In time'' ' I ndoubtedlv nut think how long It would take Hvcrv ndclltlonal person Im ported puts us ahead tremenrtouslj I maj never be able to bring nil the Folk, all the Latixkaarn, and thoe other mjsterlous j el low -hilred people thev talk about from be vond the lircat Vortex Hut I can do my hare anjhow Our boy here maj have to complete the process It mav take a life time to accomplish the rescue, but It must be done' ho joure determined to go again"' I am ' I must She (.eized his hsncl Implorlnglj And leave us? Leave jour boy? Leave me" ' Only to return soon, darling' Very soon ' ' "Hut after this one trip will jou prom ise to train somebody else to go in jour place" ' 1 II sert dearest" ' ""o, no' Not that' Promise'' Sihe had drawn his head down and now hci face close to his was trembling in her cagernes ' Promise Promise me, Allan' Vou must1'' Suddcnlj moved by her entreat j he jl.Wd "I promise Ileta, he exclaimed dad. I dldnt know jou were so deadly afraid of in) little expeditions' If I'd understood I might pave been arranging otherwise al rcadj Hut I certainly will change matters when I .get back Onlj let me go once more, darlhig tint II bo the last time, I swear it to vou '" She gave a gieat sigh of relief unspeak able and kept silence Hut In her ejes lie saw the shine of sudden tears Allan had been gone more than foui dajs and a half before Heatrlec allowed herself to teallze or to acknowledge the sltk terror that for some houis had been growing In her soul Ills u.ual time of return had hitherto been just a Utile .over three dajs .Some times, with favorable winds to tho brink of tho Abjss. and unusually strong rising currents of vapors from the sunken sea from the Vortex, perhaps he had been able to make the round trip In sixty hours Hut now more than a hundred and eight hours had lagged by since Beatrice, carry ing the boj had accompanied him up the steep path to the hangar In the palisaded clearing JIow light-hearted, confident strong ho had been filled with great dreams and hopes and visions No thought of peril, accident or possible failure had clouded his mind She recalled his farewell kiss given to the child and to herself, his careful Inspection of the machine, his short and vigorous or ders, and the supreme skill with which he had leaped aloft upon Its back and gone whirring up the sky till distance far to the northwestward had swallowed him And since that hour no sign of return. No speck ngalnst the blue No welcome chatter of the engine far aloft, no hum of huge blades beating the summer air' Nothing! Nothing save ever-growing fear and an guish vain hopes, fruitless peerlngs toward the dim horizon, agonizing expectations alvvajs frustrated, a vast and swiftly grow, lng terroi Beatrice cringed from her own thoughts She dared not face tho truth. Tor that waj, she felt Instinctively, lay madness riii'Ti:n xxi Allan Returns Not. F1VC dajs dragged past, then six, then seven, and still no sign of Allan came to lighten the terrible and growing anguish of the woman All day long she would watch for him save at such times ns tho care and nursing of her child mercifully distracted her atten tion a little while from the Intolerable grief and woe consuming her. She would stand for hours on the rock terrace, peering Into tho northwest; she would climb the steep path a dozen times a day, and In distraction pace tho cliff-top Inside tho palisaded area, where now some few wild sheep and goats were penned In process of domestication. Here she would walk, calling In vain his name to the uncaring winds of heaven. With telescope she would untiringly sweep the far reaches of the horizon, hoping, ever hoping, that at each moment a 'vague and distant speck might sprlns to view, wing Its swift way southeastward, resolve Itself (nto that one and only blessed sight her whple soul craved and burned for the Paulllac and her husband! And' so, till night fell and her strained eyes could no longer distinguish' anything but swimming mists and vapors, she-would watch, her every thought a prayer, her every hope a torment for each hope was destined only to end In disappointment bitterer far than death. And when the shrouding dark had robbed her of all possibility for further watching she would descend with slow and halting steps,' grief-broken, dated, half-maddened, to the home cavern empty now. In spite of her child's presence there empty and ter rible and drear I Then would begin tho long night vigil. Davlurht sra.ve some sumulacrum of relief In action, some alight deadening of pain' in the very searching of the iky, ttje strong, determined hope against what had now become ah Inner conviction of defeat and utter loss. But night Night 1 Nothing, then, but to sit and think and think and think to madness! Sleep waa Impossible. At roost, exhausted nature matched only a few brief spells of semiconsciousness. Kven the sight of the boy, i lying there sunk In his deep and healthy slumber, only kindled fresh fires of woe. For- he was Allan's child he spoke to her by his mere presence of the absent, $be lost, persspi ipe ,dfaai man. till the nails pierced the delicate, flesh, eyes staring, face.wasen, only for the saki of the child suppressing tho sobs and heart-torn cries that sought to burst from her overburdened soul. "Oh, Allan! Allan!" she would entreat, as though ho could know and hear. ."Oh, come back to mo! What has happened? Where nro jou7 Como back, come uacK to jour boy to mo!" Then, betimes, she would catch Up the child and strain It to her breast, even though It awakenVd. Its cries would mln glo with her anguished weeping; and In the flrellt gloom of the cave they two she who knew and he who know not would In some measure comfort one an other. On tho eighth day she sustained a ter rible shock, a sudden Joy followed by so poignant a despair that for a moment it seemed to her human nature could endure no more and sho must die. Tor, eagerly watching the cloud-patched sky with the telescope from the cliff-top while on the terrace old Gesafam tended tin' child sho thought suddenly to be hold a distant vision of the aeroplane! A tiny spot In the heavens, truly, was moving across thu field of vision I With a crj, a sudden flushing of her face, now so wan and colorless, she seemed to throw all her senses Into ono sense, the power of sight. And though her hand began to shako so terribly that sho could only with a great effort hold the glass, she steadied it ngalnst a fern-tree and thus managed to find again and hold the mov ing succk , The Paulllar' Was It Indeed tho raull lac and A4lan "Merciful heaven'" she stammered "Bring him back to me " Again she watched, her whole soul aflame with hope and eagerness and trem ulous Joj ready to burst Into a blaze of happiness and then came disillusion and despair, blacker than ever and more ter rible , Tor suddenly the moving speck turned, wheeled and rose One second she caught sight of wings Sho knew now It was onlv some hugo tropic bird afar on tho horizon some cpndor, vulture or other creaturo of the nlr Then as with a quick swoop, the vul ture) slid away and vanished behind a blue hill-shoulder, the woman dropped her glass, sank to earth and half fainting burst Into a terrible, drj, sobbing plaint Her tears, long since exhausted, would not (low cjrlcf tould pass no further limits After n time she grew calmer, arose and thought of her child onco more. Slowly fho returned down the via dolorosa of the terrace path, the walk where she and Allan hid so often and so gayjy trodden; the path now so barren so.hat'eful, so sol ltarj To her little son she returned, and In hei arms she chcilshcil him in her trem bling arms anil the tears came at last, welcome and heart-stilling old Clesafam, gazing compassionately with troubled ejes that blinked behind their mica, shield", laid a comforting hand on the girls shoulder Ho not weep o Yulcla, .mlsttcss'" she exclilmcd In her own tongue "Weep not, foi their Is still hope See, all things are going on as before In tho colony'" .She gestured toward the lower caves, whence the fcuundij of smithy work and other toll drifted upward 'All Is jet well with us Oylj our Kroinno Is away And he will jet come' Ho will come back to us to tho child, to jou, to all who love and obej" him'" Hcitrlce seized the old woman's hand and kissed it In a burst of gratitude 'Oh If I could only believe jou!" she sobbed "It A 111 be so' What could happen to him so strong, so brave He must come back' He will" "What could happen'' A hundred things, fjcsafain ' One tlnv break In the fljlng boat and ho might be hurled to earth or down the Abyss to death' Or, among jour. I'olk he may have been defeated, for manv of the I'olk are still savage and very cruel! Or. the Horde1 " "The Horde But the Horde, of which jou have mi often spoken, W now afar" ".No, (JesafHin Kven today I saw their signal Prcs on the horizon ' Tho old woman drew an arm about the girl. All barbarian that Hho wus, tho eternal, universal spirit of the feminine A STORY FOR SPARE MOMENTS Pollu Perkins N O ONE would have stigmatized Polly Perkins as being Insane. Kccentrlc, menially unbalanced she certainly was and another couple of jears might possibly see her comfortably ensconsed Iri a home for incurables For the present she was hap pily If whimsically dortiicllcd In a tiny cot tage on Long Island Miss Polly's mental state was the cause of rude Jests from village children and one of amused interest to older minds Week-end guests were sure to lie taken past the abode of Polly Perkins just as they were Invariably regaled by the story of tho hauntedfhouse on tho old farm road "She's dippy on the subject of pink," said Jimmy Jlogers as he strolled past Mlas Perkins's cottage with Bob Hawthorne after a swim In the sound "I wouldn't have believed It," laughed Hawthorne as he eyed with amused glance the plnk-palnted cottage, the pink flower gardens, pink gate posts and outbuildings. 'I suppose she has pink bows on all the live stock," he commented. "She surely has," chuckled Jimmy, "every living chicken In the barnyard has a pink bow on his neck." "You're Jpklng!" exclaimed Hawthorne, but at that moment the cluck, cluck of the discussed birds announced ther presenci and both men laughed aloud, A most tidy little flock of chickens, each bird wear ing a Pink bow on Its neck, came pecking away over Miss Polly's front lawri. "I don't call that eccentric. I call It plain 'cracked,' " said Hawthorne. "What ilnd of a freak Is this Polly Perkins?" he asked. "Not so much of a freak aa you'd expect," said Jimmy, as.they moved along the.street, "Of course, she dresses entirely in pink and looks .not half b,ad 'under the pink sunbon net she weara about the garden. You know she writes stories and things for the mag azines " "That accounts for it," said Hawthorne; "they are nearly all dfppy on some line, these writer people." After that the two men fell Into a discussion of the yacht races being held at the club and Promptly forgot all about Polly Perkins and her chickens.) It was not until a few days later that Hawthorne, lolling In Jimmy "Rogers's ham mock, looked up to see a lose chicken cluck ing away and pecking contentedly for vermin In Ilogers's well-kept lawn. The chicken had a more or less bedraggled pink bow on Its neck that sadly interfered at times with the capturing of dainties from the soft sod. " "Hello!" exclaimed Hawthorne, draw ing himself up from his. most, comfortable position the better to look at the hen: "If you haven't strayed from Miss Perkins's pink domain I'll eat my hat." And because Bob Hawthorne was a trifle bored with his own society and more or less curious regarding the eccentrlo-MIss Perkins he decided to make a martyr of himself and take the straying bird home. He had little difficulty In catching, the chicken. Evidently Miss Perkins's hens were more In tha. nature or pets than table deli cacies. He wondered It each and every bird had a name such as Florabelle or Sylvia or even Peter Perkins;, He supposed they would have. . After a few moments of reconnoiterlng he discovered much to his surprise that a wing of Miss Perkins's property jvirfually adjoined that of Jimmy Rogers; He climbed the letter's fence and found himself facing the back ot a pink chicken" coop. Haw thorne laughed shortly and would have con tinued his progress toward the restoration oMiles PersJae't Mpultry to lt ewiten save pervading her made her akin with the sor rowing wife. "(Jo rest," sho whispered. "I understand. I, too, have wept and mourned, though that wag very long ago In the Abyss. My man, my Nausaak, a cry brave and Btropg catcher of fish, fought with tho Lanskaarn and ho died. I understand, Yulcla! ."Vou must Think no moro of this now. Tho child needs your strength. You must rest fJo 1" (Jcntly, jet with flrmncwt'that was not to be disputed, sho forced Beatrice Into tho cave, made her He down and prepared a drink for her. Though Beta knew It not, tho wlso old woman had steeped therein a few leaves of the ronyllu weed, brought from tho Abjss, a powerful soporific And presently a cer tnln calm and peace began to win posses sion of her soul. For a time, however, "distressing visions still continued to float before her disordered mind. Now sho seemed to behold tho Paulllac, flaming nnd shattered, whirling down, over and over, meteor-swift, into the purple mists nnd vapors of tly Abyss, Now tho sceno changed : and sho saw It, crushed and broken, lying on somo far rock ledge, amid Impenetrable forests, while from beneath a formless tangle of wreckage pro truded a hand his hand and fi thin, drip ping stream of red. uasplng, she sought to struggle up nnd stare about her; but the drugged draft waa too potent, and sho could not move Yet still tho visions came again and now It seemed that Allan lay there. In tho woods. somewhero afar, transfixed with an enven omed spear, while In a crowding, hideous, Jabbering swarm the distorted, bcast-llko anthropoids jostled triumphantly all about him, hacked at him with flints and knives, flayed and dismembered him, Indicted un imaginable mutilations .She knew no more. Thanks to the won drous beneficence of tho ronyllu, sho slept a deep and dreamless slumber. liven tho child being laid on her breast by tho old woman who smiled, though In her ejes btood tenrs even this did not nrouso her. She slept. And for a few blessed hours sho had respite from woe and pain un speakable. At last her dreams grew troubled. Sho seemed caught In a thunderstorm, nn earth quake She heard the smashing of the lightning bolts, the roaring shock o? tho icverberatlon, then tho crash of shattered buildings A sudden shock awoke her She thought a falling block of stone had struck her arm But It was only old Gesafam shaking her In terror ' Oh, Yulcla, noa !" the nurse was crying In terror 'Up! Waken I The cliff falls' Awake, awake!" Beatrice sat up In bed, conscious through all the daze of dreams quick broken, that some calamity some vast and unknown peril had smitten the colony nt Settlement Cliffs , f'HAPTKR XXII The Trcaaon of II'Temba NOT yet even fully awake, Beatrice was conscious of a sudden, vast responsi bility laid, on her shoulders Sho felt the thrill of leadership and command, for In her hands alone now rested tho fate of tho community Out of bed she sprang, her grief for the moment crushed aside, aqulver now with the spirit of defense against all Ills that might menace the colony and her child. ' The cliff falls?" she cried, starting for the doorwaj- "Yea, mistress ' Hark!" Both women heard a grating, crushing sound The whole fabric of tho cavern trembled again, as though shuddering; then, far below, a grinding crash ic-cchoed and now rose shouts, cries, walls of pain Already Beatrice was out of the door and running down the tertace , "Yulcla ! Yulcla !" tho old woman stpod screaming after her, "You must not go '" She answered nothing, but ran the faster Already she lould seo dust rising from tho river brink; and louder now the erica blended In an anguished chorus as sho sped down the terrace. What could have happened? How great waa the catastrophe? What might the death roll be? Her terrors aftout Allan had at labt. grasses, and Hawthorne swore softly under his breath. Tho chicken flew madly out of his slackened clutch and the pink-clad ono opened btartled ejes that wero smiling with recent dreams. Hawthorne's conversational nblllty was lost somewhere In tho blue depths of her ejes. He onlj- stood and stared dovvji nt her. If all mentally unbalanced perbons wero so lovelj to look upon as Pollv Perkins Hawthorne hoped ho would meet many of Hint ..tJ... n.. I.!- ,!. ,1. ! h.mi. inucij wo mn men pain "You've no right to bo snoring in that wet grass." he said that happened to be the only thought he tecmcd able to glvo voice to. "I was not snoring, and the grass Is as dry as a bone," tho girl said with ns perlty She had arlsen'to a sitting posture and was endeavoring to coax back tho frightened chicken. "I don't know why all men think that every blade of grass In the universe, Is continually wet anyway. Men creatures Invariably think of Bncez lng and rheumatism Instead of electricity and renewed life coming out of tho grass." She had got the chicken back by con tinued coaxing the while sho was address ing her remarks to Hawthorne and was petting it with two charmingly white hands. Hawthorne found himself wishing himself the pet chicken of an eccentric writer per son whose mania was an ovcrfondncss for pink. "Are you Miss Polly Perkins?" he asked, when her wide-open eyes again roamed to ward his face. He wanted to make sure of her Identity, i "Yes, I am," she said "Is there any thing else you would like to know, nude Person?1' sho Inquired with a peculiarly dis concerting frankness. , Hawthorne stiffened perceptibly; then, remembering Miss Perkins's mental con dition! smiled In what he supposed to be a most compassionate manner. To Polly Perkins tjie smile was an odd mlxturo of damaged pride and a desire to hide the same by forced amusement. She in turn cast a quizzical look Into Haw thorne's glowering eyes and burst Into a peal of laughter. "You know," she Informed him, "I am not the Miss Polly Perkins you think I am. I am her'nlecet" Ith that she turned swiftly on her heels and left Bob Hawthorne standing beBldo the pink chicken coop. He smiled as he went back !2war.J1.nl?.no8ers'8 ardn- and realized that his holidays were going to be more interesting than be had expected. "You know," she confided to hlm"two nights later when they left the clubhouse after a 'most delightful tango evening "r have a dreadful confession to make." since Bob's eyes were anything but fear Inspiring. Polly icontlnued: "I saw you that day In Mr Ilogers's garden and sneaked down to Aunt Pollys chicken coop and deliberately put that bird over the fence so that you might i'And?" questioned Hawthorne, beginning to see things as they really were and a la W"&w.oulTdeb )lh!ro VMyv concerned? "WellI felt that you wero a trifle bored lying In that hammock, and that anything in the way of diversion would appeal to you." "But what about yourself?" questioned Hawthorne eagerly, "I-had seen you through my opera glasses from Aunt Polly's attlo window," confessed Polly unbluslvlngly. "and I rather liked the rorm of diversion from my own ennui." "Are yoU engaged?" asked Bob bluntly No-nude .Person,"1ughe4 Polly. JPZJZ!&JzZ!fc!n& """ " gSJSSrSJSSFSZ A Sequel to "Beyond'the Great Oblivlrl By GEORGE ALLAN ENGLA been thrown Into the backeroMTr""ri pendoua calamity. ot m. termor"' nC " MPPed " rai She had reached the turn i- .. A whence- now nil tho further reach ;.? Ml n isiuie. jiut, whero the - . towered, now appeared only ?? Jagged rent In the limestone ik i tho sky peered down, "'ouin8J An Indescribable chaos of f 3 blocks, debris, detritus of nil !'. choked the river below; and tie !?' rent, suocieniv blocked, now inmZi chafed with 'lathering fu,v ?? ts! ncwly fgllen obstacle. "?" Broken short off, the path .i. a hundred yards In ;? aVl.W As sho stood there, dnied I'.. .' hearklng tho terrible cries thil , "". tnoso still not dead In the rtilna .ll " reived somo of tho folk gathec.a ? W brink of tho new chasm. More . Jv "H kept coming frofn the scant hair ."""H caves still left. And all, dazed and ' Ul like herself, stood thcro peering dni'1 vacant looks. g d6 Beatrice first recovered wit ni, understood tho truth. The c...? of tho folk, the burrowing ami hone, lng through tho cliff ,,, i'"""1 . !,... ...".-r."""" '"e 1llnlli rlnivn ..nm.. I.. I ,. . .. ' -,... ncniuiiu, mnrieu some 'falllls-i , 'm" "t..,.. .r . ;, slid, crashed, leaned Into it,. .1 , , ; "";" ."mill. ii. naa torn wl ,1 sirnnl,a 1aa...1 ! .... v'aM)Cai1 lng with It how many lives sho v. All she knew now was that r.. J... H bo made of such as still lived, and thf2 bodies of tho dcad.must bo recovered - So with fresh strength, utterly fornai of self, she ran pnee'more down lhe2! terrace, calling to her folk "Men! My peoplo! Down to tna ahi qulcklj ' Taka hammers, bars tooli-l swiftly! Savo the wounded! Got" " , There was no sleep for any In thw that day, that night, or the next Sir S vast pile of debris rang with the iiJuT blows, louder than ever anvil ranirrVS tho torches flared and sparkled ove'rik Jumble of broken rock, beneath which i3 lav Imrliwl raonv ,to,l . "" HOT many nevermore to bo seen of mn'r.2 Iron bars bent double with the mine rf strontr nrms. "" (CONTINUED MONDAY.) Farmer Smith's Column CHILDREN .1 My Dears It seems to me that efr;Wj Is Interested In children, nnd It Is right thu they should be. 'Our bookedltor hu Jut sent In to me a book, entitled 'The Mukal jiuucation or tno umiu WHY do jou suppose our book editof j-ont that book to me because he is lute. cstcd lu YOL' everybody Is Interested ti JUL I carefully clipped an article out ot I newspaper showing that the United Suttj spent $100,000 (or a like amount) In tuck ing farmers how to ralso pigs The article went on to say that only $8000 waj ipett by the United SJntcs In telling mq.henhot to tiring up their children Kxcufce mo If tho figures nre wronr I had mado up my mind to write trt about this terrible article when this C4 currcd to me: It may bo that the mournr do not need to be taught Jiow to ralaethtM children, while tho farmers may need to It taught how to raise pigs! I think this Is a much better way of p 'lng It, don't jou? Let us thank tho Oovcrnmcnt for Ms 8000 nnd be thankful that mothers artfo. lng so nicely;. ' When I was a boy and some one vljltil our school everjbody had a chill, fromta teacher down, whllo today wo have tbat ( ccllent co-operation which Is found In'ca i-areni-ieacner Associations Can't you make peoplo MORE lntercatel in jour school? Invito imre people to come every-bodM is imercsica in luu or ought to tu, Your loving editor, , . TABMER SMITH 4 THK GOATVILLE SCHOOL M By Farmer Smith i "Whv is It that I don't ln.ir the RoaMl school bell nny more? ' naked Billy Bump of his good wlfo ono morning, after ti; child Nannie had left for school School bells are out of fashion tnm dajs," answered Mrs. Uumputr. Then H added "By the waj Nannie wants yotivK como down and help out the blues" "I haven't tho blues." said Billy. "Will doen sho mean?" "You see, tho school Is divided Into Oel blues nnd tho whites and our dear iH Nannie is ono of tho hlues livery time parent of one of tho blues comes dowo counts ten for their side." "It will count twenty If I go WhatwJ I learn If I do go?" asked Billy. , "You will learn how wonderful our clfr dren nre tho children of today. It M you good." "Is thorn nnvlhlni In fnif naked Blllf. "Como to think of It, Nannie Is In Uj cooking class today, and I know they com their own lunch, nnd If you go I know tbsM will be only too glad to glvo j-ou somelUsj to cat, and and they may ask jou toRi"! a speech." Mrs. Bumpus looked at her kl band with an amused eve. . In n tftr mlmtlaa Tllllt. wns trnttlnf toward tho tlnntvllln Hnlinnl. He arrive! thern tllal nn tha IiaII was rlntrlnir f "My." lie said to himself. "How havo changed 1" The teacher had told Billy to rlnr U bell onco when he went to school, and Jt ho had rung It he nto a piece off anil J to stay after school. He thought of t" ns he said to himself: "I guess that l rt thev don't bav n. hli- bell nnv more" " UlUv TlMmnMn lmtcrt,A,1 onftlv In himSelf.jr As Billy entered" the main hay he jH Kreeieu uy Miss wailies uoai, u' r itln.1 ..I.- ,., ...1.1.. I ffl IV1 'I'm i glad, to see you, Mr. Bumpus. I had MJJfl that VOll WArn In nnmn nml talk aPOUt tafj wiii, iiu wciuoineu nun wiiii wild ducks and I'm delighted to see jpo-jjl "WIM illlflrat" nvOnlmail T1MIV. "VdB ,m. nxa n .nmA ttlnrV dflVi tell us stories about the birds and . and animals we know so little about, Ij Bee, our schools are different than "?Wt Wfrn wh.n TVTr- .,a..n . Mrrr ' !3I w.w ....v.. ..,4 ntig juu..,,. tru "1 alinllM ,iv Ihnir nr," aald B11IV. 'I "You are looked upon as one of the J! irnnla In flna..!!! ....! ..,a a ret flatlahtedl think that you are" to talk to us," said Vm Goat. I , m "So am'l. So am I," replied Billy. J0'! lie outdone. "Do I have to taut bduu ducks?" s, . .... ... .m ana ntuj out you see we nre bw" , 4 Rflssl "I know we are goats," Interrupted &?W "but what lata that to do with my tw to you about something " Billy l3 himself. He hated to tell how tittle M about wild ducks or anything eiafc w ri tflOlA 4 enis.icie f "Come with me," ea!d Miss GJ;J. Rlrla are having cooking class ana tnf want n .... vAiaue tti.th" ."I will want to Bee rtiera." thought wm hut he kept his thought tohlmwir. m Mtattl flin l.al nlll.t n tl TQOTti V0H .. UVMI, CU urn; v - - M thfl Pftntrlrvaa eilnaa an-e m af Wrtrlt. AlKX ' door was ppon, he smelted the ix 11, n (.until n , itvh.i l..... .... -. ....' Halted 1 "I'm afraid there's not very "ivc! WOUld lib" hAiFon Alls HO&t. A0? blue-srasa an la a .invalid notroMt ,1 brown gravy, creamed newspaper,! poor man's jag nuddlng for dessert. ' "doodl" exclaimed Billy. "W1ILJ something to eat every day I com?.' . !j "Of course," said Miss doat amllH Ulllt A .. .1 . S 'f , sen iu wmw 1 "Then," said Billy, "I'll be hero y Until VOU tall m .nn " .' ' mmi mr .1AU' "HOWJ , f4tl,ehlldrw . ,-!'-: ,"
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