t'iffV.r J' W8PBT?7 -r!!BKSRw? IIE' i '- r -sa Iv-J r 5C-"' EVENING PUBLIC 'LEDGER PHILADELPHIA, MONDAY, 'ATJGfDST 5, 1918 J f 'V i2zri -tl EVERY MEMBER OF THE FAMILY CAN FIND SOMETHING INTERESTING HERE TO READ nJiXfKrirT',' Eft ' m mfi 14 m m k U. 3 f? Pa P6' LV n :J ? . ah! V Ofl.MOMY! MOSEY! . & ZedJior If. jPorfor lilElP 'M CopvrteM, 19IS, bu Eleanor Jf. Porter aid it fi' &V " J'ublto Ledger Co. s Kit Permission of llouanton HWlin Co. All .uxs Rights Reserved. &? - fj Stanley Q. Fulton, multimillionaire, man- queradlnff aa "John Smith Is Muihlng relatives to whom he has arranged to rive a large Rum or money, llln lawyer. 1 Edward D Norton, haa been Instructed to end. sir tnnnth utter tht nrrlvn.1 nf .Tnhn -V -Smith In HIMerton, a check for 1100,000 io tiamcH jtiaiaen una a rnecK ior an qual amount to Frank Illalndcll and to Flora ItlalndelL Smith wlshei to ittudy tbem "before and after taking wealth. CHAPTER VIII A Santa Claim Held Up I T WAS about flvo months after the multimillionaire, Mr. Stanley Q. Fulton, had started for South America, that Kdward D, Norton, Tlsq , received the following letter: "Dear Nod I'm glad there's onlv one more month to wait. I feel like Santa s Claus with a box of toys held tip by a snowdrift, and I Just can't wait to see the children dance when they pet them. "And let me say right hero and now how clad I am that I did this thine. Oh, yes. I'll ndmlt I still feel like the small boy at the keyhole, at times perhaps: but I'll forget that when the children begin to dance. "And, rcallv, never have I Been a bunch of people whom I thought a little monev would do more good to than the Blalsdells here In Hlllerton My only regret Is that I didn't know about Miss Maggie Duff, so that sho could have had eome, too. (Oh, yes, I've found out all about' "Poor Maggie' now. and she's a dearr-the typical self-sacrificing, self effacing bearer of everybody's burdens. Including a huge share of her own!) However, she Isn't a Blalsdell, of course bo I couldn't have worked her into my rchemo very well. I suppose, even If I had known about her. They are all fond of her though they Impose on her time and her sympathies abominably. But t reckon she'll get some of the benefits of the others' thousands. Mrs. Jane, n particular, Is always wishing she could do something for "Poor Maggie, so I dare say sho'll be looked out for all rignt "As to who will prove to be the wisest handler of the hundred thousand, and thus my eventual heir I haven t the least idea. As I said before they all reed monev, and need It badly need It to bo comfortable and happy, I mean They aren't reallv poor, any of them, ex cept, perhaps. Miss Flora. She 1, i a little hard up. poor soul. ,B'?3nhRe(r heart! I wonder what she'll get first. Niagara, the phonograph, or something to eat without looking at the price. Did I ever write you about those 'three JM Mat any of the family are reallv extravagant, unless, penn:ps. Its Mrs yjamel'Hattle.' She is ambitious, and Is inclined to live on a scale a little beyond her means, I judge. J3"' J" will be all right, of course, when Bhe has The money to gratify her tastes. Jim poSr f"low I shall be glad to see him take It easy, for once. He reminds mo of the old horse I saw the other day rVnlng one or those Infernal treadmill freshing machlnes-always going, but never getting there. He works, ana works hard, and then he gets a , ob nights and works harder: but he never woM d comf he-ge whtr,onowL?o? Snce eV'8flcou?sae1.dthe Frank Blalsdells are IMBtaRH wmsmM bedwSrlh a hundred thousand W me, be- lieve me, ;seu. Rsraw how peas or flour or suki, ,- much L'.ToVulhlfappreclates ffi' wife's thrifty ideas of economy "I haven't xorgoweii i" ; ;n,inI, rrVVVmpagingaroundthe -- .. . :. Tana riir i:iiuneii rfck.h.s W to fo 5oS,SWre3 thousand I, SSnSJff itraS Janeto turn some "'As for J the younger generatlon i,v?n fine every one of them! and lust SSSSn-l fiffVr Jmuct. to .hta mother's horror. ifend,BhlneortTou"e.'"tl,al"pak will be all ngm now . """"", . ... The daughter, uessie ia""u' ,i..L sen)? is an exceedingly pretty girl. She ?. '- .hmnnn almost too much so teen) perhaps, for her happiness 5.' 'V,I nnVpthOOk. rr, pernaps.iu. ..".-.. V-T,11, , cour8e ?! state 01 meir "."';" r,-'.. Iiext wmmmm SoursMn facl I doubt If 'he even SSJS'of lt-lest his privi !,. as to Sieals and manners be still f urthe r cw iained Poor Bennyl ow, Melliceni s Perhaps in no one do I expect to so thoV"ughTy rejoice as I .do In poor . little rifn sure-starved Melllcent. i realise, "j ?orse that it will mean to her the solid SSvft'aees of college, music-culture and trave": but I mist confess that n my dearest vision, the child is reveling in SSI grand whirl of pink dresses and Chocolate bonbons. Bless her dear heart I gave her one nve-pound box of candy, hut I never repeated the mistake Be Bides T enduring the manifestly suspicious W. ". . ,,i,ur i,miiHR I had aiapprovt u; ..." .-- --- - aaea maae ".6'"i .V". fc "--, hrniates torment 01 seenis iwi ""?" X tul -. ji .m fr. that noor child at the rate '"&t of two pieces a day. They aren't gone &-" yet. but I'll warrant they're as hard as - ' HUllelB mpBO t"-"rJ.. . v .knW picked tne dox up jeowiuaj. - have heard it rattle! Hut there is yet another phase of the mory YiUalncBS in connection with Melll cent UiM, pleases me mightily. A .cer tain youth by the name of Carl P'nijock has been beaulng her around a good deal, ilnce I came. The Fennocks have some moneyj60.000, or s(, I billeye and it Is reported that Mrs, Pennock hdB put her foot down on the budding romance k.X,,oi. thA Tllaisdells have not got money enough! (Begin to see where my ' chuckles come In?) However true this s' report may be. the tact remains uiai iub youth has not been near the house for a a month past, nor taken Melllcent any- r 1 Lk.r. nt nnurse. it shows him and his Umlly up for Just what they are : but K has been mortifying for poor Melll- ' cent. She's showing her pluck like a t.eiiA .,imn i,nwpvpr. anJ goes serenely k on her way with her head Just enough ''7 in the air but not too much. f "I don't think Melilcenfs real heart la , affected In the least she's only eighteen. rh remember but her pride Is. And hf mother ! Mrs. Jane, is thoroughly 1 f i angry as well as mortified. She says MelllcentJs every whit as gooO as those rf'rPennocks. and that the woman who would It a paltry thing llke money . imtid In the way of her Bon's affections liiii tvritv small Bpeclmen. For her part Z'i 1 ...... .. f. Uk Inlba us. andshe Li proud and glad that 1 m arraio. rB,v-j - wkii MM smm-atifm' ffS0KJC, Author of "Pollyanna" Pennock Is already repentant and Is pulling hard at his mother's leading strings, ror 1 was with Melllcent tne other day when we met the lad face to race on tne Btreet. Melllcent smiled ana nodded casually, but Pennock he turned all colors of the rainbow with terror. pleading, apology nnd assumed Indiffer ence all chasing each other across his lace Hear, dear, but he was a sight 1 'There Is, too, nnother feature In the case. It seems that n new family by the name of Oaylord has come to town and opened up the old tlavlord mansion. Oaylord Is a son of old Peter Gajlord nnd Is a millionaire. They nr making nulto a splurge In the way of balls and liveried servants and motorcars, and the town Is ngog with It all. There are young people In the famllv. and espe cially there Is a girl, a Miss Pearl, whom, report says, the Pennocks have selected as being a suitable mate for Carl. At all events, the Pennocks nnd the Gay lords have struck up a furious friend ship, and the young people of both fam ilies aro in tho forefront of Innumerable social affairs in most of which Melll cent Is left out "So now you have It the whole storv. And next month comes to Melilcenfs father $100,000.' Do jou wonder I say the plot thickens? "As for myself you should see me! I eat whatever I like (The man who says health bireult to me now 'gets knocked down and I've got the strength to do It, too!) I can wnlk miles and not know It, I've gained twenty pounds, and I'm having tho time of my life. I'm even enjoying being a genealogist a little. I've about exhausted the re sources of Hlllerton and have begun to make trips to tho neighboring towns. I can even spend an afternoon in an old cemetery copying dates from moss-grown gravestones, and not entirely louo my pppetlte for dinner I mean, supper. I was even congratulating myself that. I was really quite a genealogist when, the other day, I met tho real thing. Heav ens, Ned. that man had 14,472 dates at his tongue's end, and ho said them all over to mo. He knows the name of every Wiiko (ho was a Blake) back to the year one, how many children they had (nnd they had some families then, let me tell youl), and when they all died, and why. I met him one morning .In a cemetery. I was hunting for a certain srono nun 1 asiwu mm hucdiiuh. Heavens! It was like setting a match to one of those Fourtli-of-July flower pot skyrocket affairs. That question was tho match that set him going, and there after he was a gushing geyser of names and dates. I never heard anything like it. "Ho began at tho Blalsdells, but skipped almost at once to tho Blakes there were a lot of them near us. In five minutes he had me dumb from sheer stupefaction. In ten minutes he had made a century run, and by noon he had got to the Crusades. We went through the Dark Ages very appropriately, wait ing in an open tomb for a thunderstorm to paps. We had got to the year one when I had to leave to drive hack to Hlllerton. I've invited him to come to see Father Duff. I thought I'd liko to have them meet. He knows a lot about the Duffs a Blake married one, 'way back somewhere I'd like to hear him and Father Duff talk or, rather, I'd like to hear him try to talk to Father Duff. Did I ever write you Father Duff t opinion of genealogists? I believe I did. "I'm not seeing so much of Father Duff these 3avs. Now that It's grown a little cooler he spends most of his time in his favorite chair before the cookstovc In the kitchen. "Jove, what a letter this is! It should he shipped by freight and read in sec tions But I wanted you to know how things are here. You can appreciate It the more when you come. "You're not forgetting, of course, that it's on the first day of November that Stanley C. Fulton's envelope of Instruc tions is to be opened. "As ever vours, "JOHN SMITH." CHAPTER IX "Dear Cousin Stanley" IT WAS very early In November that Mr. Smith, coming homo one after noon, became Instantly aware that something very extraordinary had hap pened. ... , ,, In tho living room were gathered Mr. Frank Blalsdell, his wife. Jane, and their daughter, Melllcent. Melllcent s cheeks were pink and her eyes more starlike than ever Mrs. Jane's cheeks, too, were pink. Her eyes were excited, hut incredulous. Mr. Frank was still in his white workcoat, which he wore be hind the counter, but which he never wore upstairs In his home. Ho held an open letter in his hand. It was an ccstatie cry from Melllcent that came first to Mr. Smith's cars "Oh, Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith, you can't guess what's happened 1 You couldn t guess In a million years !" "No? Something nice, I hope" Mr. Smith was looking almost as happily excited ns Melllcent herself. "Nice nice!" Melllcent clasped her hands before her. "Why, Mr. bmitn. we are going to have a hundred thou sand " "Melllcent. I wouldn't talk of It vt " intprfored her mother sharply. "But. mother, it's no secret It can't be kept secret I" "Of course not if it's true. But It Isn't true." retorted the woman, with ex cited emphasis. "No man In his senses would do such a thing. "Er ah w-what?" stammered Mr. Smith, looking suddenly a little less hnnnv "Leave a hundred thousand dollars apiece to three distant relations he never "But he was our cousin you said he was our cousin," Interposed Melllcent, "and when he died "The letter did not say he had died." corrected her mother. "Ho Just hasn't been heard from. But he will be heard from and then where will our hundred thousand dollars be?" "But the lawyer's coming to give It to us.' maintained Mr. .frame stoutly Then abruotlv he turned to Mr Smith 'Here, read this, please, and tell us if we have lost our Benses or If somebody else has." Mr. Smith took the letter. A close KM t&.j.uit-ii... j "CAP" STUBBS-Ma Was Right -:- -:- -:- -:- -:. -:- -:. ... ... By EDWipA l-BFTTHA NO r.PRMAfj'n TOP i nrj. iBri fS AN' OLE SILL. KAISER WELL Hff W-v " I f"" II ( WsUTsJ "1 'fS HE SAW Ate COnW OVER -m TOPfr WOULDN'T QUIT TtUrVNlN' 'TllLHEGOTJ 1 r Jggfc. I SUIT TALMINO ABOUT WHPirJaPv1 . J M VhE'J KNOW MeW JIXNE&Slr LACK TO 3EWUrV.' WHV I'fl- -Tr ' Y SlT A VOU'Jl -no TO THE KAlskw'.'sjgr STg jl t& i t i zr 11 P. T t&k ' 1 r jr?t WP ? -fTHBBT 1 'mmm, y,JFm: k..''.-?sa :-ri:5ZjMm mit':2WM . -7, observer might have noticed that his hand shook a little. Tho letterhead car ried the name of a Chicago law firm, but Mr. Smith did not glance at that. He plunged at once Into tho text of tho leiteri , "Aloud, please, Mr. Smith. I want to hear it again," pleaded Melllcent. "Dear sir," read Mr. Smith, then, after clearing his throat, "I understand that you are a distant kinsman 'of Mr, Stanley Q Fulton, the Chicago millionaire. "Some six months ago Mr. Fulton left this citv on what was renorted to be a somevvhat extended exploring tour of soutn America. Ucrore nis departure no transferred to me, as trustee, certain securities worth about $300,000. He left with me a sealed envelope, entitled 'Terms of Trust,' and instructed me to open such envelopo In bIx months from the date written thereon If he had not returned and thereupon to dispose of tho securities according to the terms of tho trust. "I will add that he also left with me a second sealed envelope entitled Taat Will nnd Testament,' but Instructed me not to open such envelope until two years from the date written thereon. "The period of six months haB now expired. I have opened tho envelope entitled 'Terms of Trust,' and find that I am directed to convert tho securities Into cash with all convenient speed, nnd forthwith to pay over one-third rt the net proceeds to his kinsman, Frank G. Blalsdell ; one-third to his kinsman, James A. Blalsdell, nnd one-third to his kinswoman. Flora B. , Blalsdell, all of Hlllerton. 1 "I shall, of course, discharge my duty ns trustee under this Instrument with all possible promptness. Some of the securities have already been converted Into cash, and within a few days I shall como to Hlllerton to pay over the cash In the form of certified checks; and I shall ask you at that tlmo to be so good as to sign a receipt for your share. Meanwhile this letter is to apprise you of your good fortune and to offer ou my congratulations. "Very truly yours, "EDWARD D. NORTON." "Oh-h!" breathed Melllcent. "Well, what do you think of It?" de manded Mr. Frank Blalsdell, his arms akimbo. "Whv, It's fine, of course. I congrat ulate you," cried Mr. Smith, handing back the letter. "Then It's all straight, you think?" "Most assuredly!" "Je-hos-a-phat 1" exploded the man, "But he'll come back you see If he don't !" Mrs. Jane's voice was still positive , "What if he does? You'll still have your hundred thousand," smiled Mr, Smith. "Ho won't take It back?" "Of course not! I doubt If he could, If he wanted to." ".And we'ro really going to havo a whole hundred thousand dollars?" breathed Melllcent. "I reckon you nrc less the inheri tance tax, perhaps." "What's that? What do you mean7" demanded Mrs Jane. "Do ou mean we've got to pay because we've got that money" "Why, y-yes, I suppose so. Isn t there an Inheritance tax In this State?" "How much does it cost?" Mrs. Jane's lips were at their most economical pucker. "Do we have to pay a great deal? Isn't there any way to save do ing that?" "No, there isn't." cut in her hus band crisply. "And I guess we can pay the Inheritance tax with a hundred thousand to pay it out of We're going to spend some of this money, Jane." The telephone bell In the hall Jangled Its peremptory summons, and Mr. Frank answered it. In n minute he returned, a new excitement on his face. "It's Hattle. She's crazy, of course. Thev'ro coming right over." "Oh, yes! And they've got it. too, haven't they?" remembered Melllcent. "And Aunt Flora, and " She stopped suddenly, a growing dismay in her eyes. "Why, he didn't he didn't leave a cent to Aunt Maggie!" sno cried. "Gosh! that's so Say, now, that's too bad !" There was genuine concern In Frank Blaisdcll's voice. "But why?" almost wept Melllcent. (TO BC CONTINUED TOMORROW) Great demand for the KVEXINO rUIiMO LKDCircn may came you to mls an lniitallment of thin very Interesting story. You had better, therefore, telephone or write to the Circulation Department or auk your newsdealer this afternoon to leave the EVENING PUBLIC LEDGER at your home. Anything She Wants Mother, nurse and baby were taking the air In the park. Mother was absorbed in an Illustrated paper, and when baby began to cry peevishly sho said without looking up: "Give It her, nurse." The crying went on, and mother said Imperatively: "Oh.'glve her what she wants. I cant stand the noise." Suddenly the .cries rose into a howl. Tho mother sat up and glared at the nurse. "Why don't you do as I tell you?" she Inquired angrily. "Give it her at once." . "She's got It, mum," said the nurse quietly. "It's a wasp." Answers. Natural Mistake The Duchess of Westminster tells a story about an ex-Shah of Persia who was very fond of paying compliments to English ladles When the Duchess of Westminster was presented, he greet ed her heartily. "I have heard mucn about you," he said. "Your worthy name is well known even In my country." The Duchess was surprised at first, then a light dawned upon her. "Gracious me! I do believe he mistakes me for Westminster Abbey !" she said. What was more, she was right. Tit-Bits. ..MtMmmL,, , , ;jMSSzk.&. ISm-'tx 'BMJMfif'mMP.ti r LHIhIiBbIi - ,'airTii?PiFiTniMlTMilnwT r iffMlTi i TOWTWlfflliMI THE DAILY NOVELETTE BARBARA'S ANSWER By MILDRED G. PEASE if w HICK do you think would be prettier, mother," queried Bar bara Stone, "grem voile, with white trimmings, or a gray and coral combina tion?" Both wcro pouring over fashion sheets, and scarcely heard the sweet martial music which announced a big patriotic parade In tho street below. "Well; sea-green does sound"1 Mrs. Stone was In tho middle of a sentence when a neat of the door bell that startled her to her feet sent Barbara Dying to the door. A military man was Impatiently tap ping his brown leather boot on the stone steps, and upon being ndmltted quickly raado known his errand. A young soldier who had como on from one of Uncle Sam's training camps to participate In the parade had been thrown from his horse In such a man ner' as to render him unablo to proceed further, and would they please accom modate him until tho parade was over? "Why certainly, right this way," and Barbara led the way to her mother's sitting room and turned down tho divan bed. Her mother was equal to the oc casion and started right away to make their unexpected guest comfortable. The doctor who had been summoned, on his arrival, ndvl&ed him not to move for a week, at least, as his foot had received a very bad sprain. Having Introduced himself as Jack Carter to Mra Stone and making a very good Impression on that estimable lady, It waa not surprising that her daughter should do all In her power to add to their visitor's comfort. So. accordingly, Barbara brought up a tray laden with dainties that would tempt tho most fastidious Being rather shy, sho laid tho tray down beside tho bed and, thinking the young patient asleep, was tiptoeing out of the room, when he startled her by saying: "Oh, I say. Miss Stone, would you sparo a poor fellow a few minutes? It Is rather dull, Just looking up at the celling and watching tho sun flicker up and down the wall " She tuurned hesitatingly, wondering whether or not to stay: but ho did look so boyish and dreadfully lonesome that she decided to read to him a bit. Sho P cited up a magazine, and was getting mm rather Interested when she felt a magnetism which seemed to draw her fhCSrfiaw1?r fro.m th0 b00k anii 'ooli in th0 direction of her listener. hS,!j.0,, I""." la.ld down tno book, nnd drew tr h.lr hearty- Sho then wlth foTon'S tlhaetern)0m' W'th a pr0mlso t!ngaCntf.y,fnUn'1,J,or rcafllng or chat ting, until on8 afternoon, about four V8 .frol" ,ne dat8 of his arrival farewe8! "m1 ,?UllCaSe In hand' "Mdhw rarewell to Barbara. Seeing that her upe3butershe0rrCast4 "de ""took vl i refused, and upon closer view ho discovered that her eyes were frn"XVearH- "h' B"bara! Dear Tu i,f 7 : ?'ou are rcaIly sorry that I am ffolng? I am orry, too. dear, that I am going alone. Could you consent to bo my nurse always, dear7" n'f, d. not k.50W her answer, but suf fice It to say that next day found Bnr- ?oana awh.,her m,,her bus"' addressing long white envelopes, and a beautiful solitaire on Barbara's left hand de noted her answer. Tomorrow's Complete Xovelcttc "A GOOD IMPULSV REWAUDED." V. By DADDY "THE WILD INDIANS" A complete, new adventure each week, bcoinniny Monday (In previous adventures Vcgov has met Billy' Belgium, Lonesome Bear, Judge Owl, and various forest dwellers.) CHAPTER I The Message in the Night PEGGY tossed restlessly on her camp cot. It was so strange living In a tent high up among tho hills that her sleep was fitful and broken. She half awoke as the wind rustled through the trees and flapped a bit of loose canvas Tho sound had the suggestion of crea tures being abroad In the wilderness animals, perhaps, or Indians. Peggy roused up and listened. Away off In the distance a train rum bled through the valley. From not far away came the gurgling murmur of a tiny mountain stream Again the wind shook the leaves and flapped the canvas. A dead twig fell upon the tent with startling loudness. Peggy knew that It was only a harmless bit of wood, hut she couldn't help giving a big Jump She wondered if there were beasts or savages in the forest. The rocky hills would be a splendid place In which to hide. Seem ingly the region was as wild as tn the days when the pioneers forced their way through the trackless wastes. Now came a new sound from a tree above the lent. It was a weird voice in a weird chant: Hoo-pet-y. hoo-pet-y. hool I have comn for you. Down-lt-y, down-lt-y, down, We must save tho town. "Gracious, that Bounds like Judge Owl," thought Peggy. Again came the weird chant: Wak-et.y, wak-et-y, wake! Come for goodness sake. Ho'let.y. howl-et-y. howl. Ueds are on the prowl, "It Is Judge Owl's voice," declared Peggy, creeping quietly from her cot, so that Bhe would not arouse the grown-ups In the tent. Tho moon was shining brightly, so Peggy had no difficulty mak ing out Judge Owl perched In the tree. "You are wanted quickly," he hooted to her. ".Billy Belgium Is waiting fsr you He says to bring a megaphone." That request seemed strange to Peggy, but the megaphone was close at hand. So were her khaki suit and her shoes. In a moment she was all equipped for the adventure to which Billy Belgium was calling her. Just so she would fell a bit safer, sho picked up her air rifle as she silently made her way from the tent "This way," softly hooted Judge Owl, M A Mslter of Conscience As I sat on the porch and smoked I heard tho nice old lady tell this story: I'll never forget the first tlmo I put up quinces. I didn't know a thing about it, but Mrs. Brown, tho neighbor next door, was going to put some up, and I thought I might Just ns well follow her example, as quinces were cheap that year. So I pared them nnd put them with pears' In the pan and boiled them and sugared them and Watted. And then Mrs. Brown called to me and asked mo how they were getting on, and I told her, and sho said, "You didn't mix them with peara right away, did you?" "Yes," said I. "And sugar them?" she said. "Yes," said I. "Well," Bhe said, "you've ruined 'em. Quinces should havo been first boiled In clear water till you can stick a straw In 'cm." , Well, I was beat, but I didn't let on: but I called tn Mrs. Green, the neighbor on the other side, and we held a con sultation, and I took tho quinces from the pan It was an awful Job, separating 'em from the pears, I mean and I washed 'em off and boiled 'era In clear water till I could stick a straw In 'cm, and then returned them to the pears. And they were Just beautiful. And In a day or two Mrs. Brown called to me to como and taste her quinces, and I did. 'They wero very good," I said, "but I don't think they are any better than mine." So Bhe came over and tasted them and she had to admit they wero Just fine. "But you never cooked them the way you said you did," she Bald. "I put them with the pears and I sugared them," I said. "Well, I can't believe It," she said. "Well, here's Mrs. Green," I said. "She'll tell you " And Mrs. Green said, "Yes, Mrs. Brown, she put them with the pears and sugared them." "Well, that beats all," said Mra Brown. And, of course, It did. And you'll notice I didn't tell anything but the truth. And I've never let on to Mrs. Brown from that day to this that I didn't tell her all the truth. Is that a sin, do you think? Willing The following notlco recently appeared outside the offlco of a busy London Arm ; "Boy Wanted, "One Who Knows tho City Well" Presently a bright youth presented himself for tho Job. "Do you know the city weir?" asked the manager. "No, Blr." replied the young hopeful, "but I could find It." Pearson's Weekly. 'DREAMLAND ADVENTURES' "Gracious, that sounds like Judge Owl," thought Peggy flopping ahead down the side of the mountain. Peggy knew the path, bo she ran along rapidly. In spite of the fact thai the moon had disappeared behind a cloud, and It was dark under the trees. Soon she had to go. slow, for she knew tnai tne patn came out on the top of a great rocky cliff, a fall from which would mean death. Pausing a moment to get her bearings, she saw the glow of a fire far below. "What's that fire?" she asked. "Has some one pitched a camp there?" Howl-et-y. howl-et-y, howl. Reds are on the prowl. repeated the Judge. "That doesn't mean anything," said Peijgy indignantly. "Why don't you an swer me?" "I am answering you," protested Judge Owl. "I'm answering Just as plainly as Q&W4tM5-fR A NEW DECORATION dHr JsSi!smFTTissl mStkW HKOssFOsR' ""'"-""es - - , ' S VBr For Hindsight the Crown Prince Note The cartoon la the work of a modest fhs got from it with others, submitted It to tiiecnuiLy rcproauceu. Expected Too Much Ablnldab Blunt was manager of a hotel In Klttannlng or It may havo been Punxsui'awney. A Philadelphia man having business In the western part ot the State put up there one night. Approaching tho manager "he said, "Mr. Blunt, Mr. John Green, of Philadelphia, told me to lntroduco myself to you and here I am." Blunt, busy with his books, kept on being busy. The Phllailelphlan, thinking he hadn't been heard, said, "My name Is William Smith. Mr. John Green, of Philadelphia, told me to look you up." Blunt never looked up and never said a word. Smith made another attempt. "Mr. John Green, of Philadelphia," he said, "told me lfvl Introduced myself to you you would see that I was given good treatment." Then Blunt put down his pen. "What the dickens do vou want mn to do?" h demanded. "Kiss you?" w and ending Baturday, I know how, they?" Indians are red, aren't Peggy felt a little shivery chill run thiough her. "Indians!" she whispered. "Do you mean that Indians are on the prowl?" , '."rlla.t's. iUBt wnat J do mean," in sisted Judge Owl, "Real, wild Indians?" "The realest. wildest Indians I ever saw or heard of," declared Judge Owl. Come on quickly, Billy Belgium is keep ing guard over them.'i Wondering what It all could mean, Peggy crept forward. She had seen plenty of Indians since she had come to tho mountains, but they wero all tame Indians farmers, store-keepers, work ers in factories. They were disappoint ingly unromantlc-looklng and Peggy could scarcely picture them as the sons and daughters of the savages who had once roamed the rugged hills. Could this be some tribe that had kept itself hidden all thejo years? "Hist ! Don't make a sound ! They might hear us." The whispered warning came from In front ot them, as Billy Belgium rose iup in their path. He took Peggy by the hand and led her through a part of the hills with which she was unfamiliar. Soon she found herself on the edge of a cliff. Leaning cautiously forward she looked down to where Billy Belgium pointed. Below her was a large basin hollowed out In the hills. High rocky walls shut It In on all sides except one, where a ravine afforded an entrance. It lay In such a way that It was like a hidden pocket and would be very difficult to find unless nnn ntiimhlprl itnnn It hv t chance. In this basin was pitched a camrj a .camp of wigwams and tepees. In the center blazed a fire, around which wero grouped dozens of shadowy figures sit ting silent and brooding. Suddenly there came the throb of torn toms. Half naked men near the fire leaped to their feet and began an odd dance. They stamped the ground hard with their feet, bent over low, then threw their heads back, and howled mournfully. The sound sent shivers through Peggy. "What are they doing?" she whisper ed to Billy Belgium. He gripped her hand tight as he whispered back. "It's a scalp dance 1 They are Indians on the warpath." (The next chapter itill tell of the Indian plot whlchf Peggy and Billy Belgium overhear.) receives "The Royal Palm" young friend of George M. Newhall. with the Evem.vo Public Ledges, and it Is here Jokes Britishers Chuckle At From London Ideas. "Ma wants another h'ox-tall," an nounced the small boy In the butcher's shop. "Oh 1" said Brisket. "Did she like the one she ad yesterday, then?" "Yes." "Well, my little man, I'll give you an other nice one today." "You'd better,1' said the small youth; "In fae ma said she wanted one off the same h'ox asyesterday's 1" Everything was ready for kit Inspec tion, tho recruits stood lined up ready for tho officer, and the officer had his bad temper all complete. He stalked down the line, eying grimly each man's bundle of needles and soft soap, and then he singled out Private Mactootle as the man who was to re"- celve his welcome attentions. "Toothbrush?" he roared. ' "Yes, sir." "Razor?" "Yes, sir." "Hold-all?" "Yes, sir." "H'm ! you're all right, apparently," growled the officer; then he barked: "Housewife?" "Oh, very well, thank ye," returned the recruit, amiably, "how's yours?" "Emmerllne," said Miss Caustic, "you must learn to address me properly. You must say, 'If you please, madam,' and sometimes 'mam,' or for the most part 'mum !' " l ' The backsliding Emmerllne duly di gested all this, but, unfortunately, she was not quite clear about It. Anyway, she rushed to Miss Caustic a few days later, saying: "If you please, madam, and sometimes mam, and for the most part mum, mas ter's fell down In a flrl" This story comes from a Y. M. C. A. hut, so if It isn't true well, It ought to be. "Lights out!" had sounded, and most of the Tommies were asleep, when a mil itary policeman pushed his head through the flap In the tent and bawled: "HI ! you lot o" bllnkln' Idiots 1 Ain't ycr heard 'Lights cut 1 " "Well," retorted an Indignant private, "they are out, ain't they?" Swift and bitter came the answer: "Oh! are they? Then you'd better cover up yer nose !" Tho reverend gentleman had tried and tried to get his congregation to call at his house for tracts, but always they either hadn't time or were suddenly struck with short sight. Therefore, ho who was pious decided to distribute his leaves of comfort round the town. He called on the busy chief clerk of a large manufacturer. "Whut In i.n,,.. ... ll ... . ........ .. ,,. ,u.bU,,. , u1 ,, mar young man?" he asked 'That depends," said the busy man. "In the morning It's the 8:20, but at night It's the 6:20." Thit Did It When he arrived home she met him with a frigid glance. "John." she said. In a voice imported from the North Pole, "you gave that cake I made to the dog; you ungrateful creature I" But the monster was unperturbed. "I know I did;, but, really, I didn't know you were so gone on that dog !" Ideas, .MmiiIM Tnit th Pn.1l.h-T..t..L ii .? . B . ,t From Pearson's Weekly, , A kind-hearted lady was procei alone the main thoroushfara whnT feelings were roused by the heartreril ing sobs, howls txA boos of a llttl urchin. The lady approached a girl, soraewl older than the boy, who was standing lecturing and promising the urchin rt Kaiki. .1... 11... .. . 1 icuiu.t! nines iimi wouia transpire wl she "got 'lm 'ome," , nut eureiy something must be Ing the poor little-chap 1" remonsl the lady; "or he wouldn't go on f """ 5 ':, "Gam," replied the girl, '"e tMl 'urtl It's Ms rotten temperamentJ, til ain't never seed anybody Ilka tm'ifii looklngon the dark side of things ;'e'!l a reg'lar pessimist 1" -J Vl Delivering! an address at a rfunA school recently, a visitor spoke onrtl moral development of children. ' P2L "Tnere is a boy here," he said. 'Vtael a girl there. What will they .become I wnen they grow up?" ,a Y ,..... ... . 3 - in a. iuuu wmsper one or tne scholar!, turning to his teacher, supplied an'aa- swer "Sweethearts!" ;, A well-known Highland drover sold norse to an Englishman. . . Jf A few days afterward the buyer re turned to him. $ "You. said that horse had no faults. ;ei, no mair naa ne." sr; "He's nearly blind 1" Bald the, lndt ni xangiianman. rc "Why, mon, that's no' his fau't that'i nis mistortune I" "What do you want?" demand..". rl Newlywed, as he confronted, the tr.m Jl at the door of his little week-end coU iage aown in the country. "Breakfattll or worn 7" "Both, sir." rnllA, th. A-... 'H'mP said Mr. Newlywed. and rll-wl , , ...,...,.. 1, .a LlOlllU. jV appeared momentarily into the housijl , .. .w-,M...cu .auvmS a i&rgwi pic, ui nis wue-a home-made bread, "Then eat that," he exclaimed savagely "onrt iauMI .--.- ..x. .. ' n ... . " . V i-Teaaie nad been sent to a danclni I ..w ou u iu m reaay ror any Invi tations to parties that might com his way. He arrived home Jubilant aftei I nis nrst lesson, for Freddie had an eye for beauty, and he found, contrarjU 10 cipeciauon, mat many pretty llttld girls also attended the rin 1 "Well, Freddie," said his father, "hoi am you line your first dancing lesson i am you nnd it difficult to learn tfc step 7 "It was Jolly fine." declared FreddleJ 1 amn't know there were going; to bd elrln thr inn t ami......! v 1 . .., ,uv, A Clljujrcu jiiyacii, 1 cj tell you. Why, all you've got to da to keep turning round and wiping; ydu xeei on tne carpet 1" Most blind and deaf eonl an nni merely so sensitive about their affliction! as wo mink they are. The Deaf Tlmesjl ior instance, tells this story:. The rall-U way chairman was explaining his reorJ ganlzatlon of the staff, and came 'idfl Sprlggs. The chief shareholder gasptM "Sprlggs! What on earth can he dofl Why, he Is so deaf that he can heat thunder. What post have you give him?" "I think you will agree," returned the chairman stiffly, "that the directors nnJ derstand their business thoroughly. Mil sprlggs will attend each day and he nil MMnnlnlnla ..,. .. .. .. .. ,t. Vl . ..v..,iJiutio uvui (jaaacilBcrs i 1vU "Patience and perseverance will i compllsh all things," was the favoriwB saying of an old farmer. '? He had Just made this remark intSM train one day on the way to mark when a pompous Individual In the n scat turned to him and said: "Nonsense, sir ! I can tell you i jm rfi many things which neither patience ; perseverance can accomplish." .'"; I "Perhaps you can," said the faraieifl 'Tiut I have never yet come across i thing." "Well, then, I'll tell you one, -tTJ patience and perseverance , ever en you to carry water In a sieve?" , y- -uertainly." vS "i would like to know how." st "Simply by waiting patiently for',t ' water to freeie." '1 31 At a well-known hotel a lady .can down from upstairs and asked the mi ager If she could get a glass of water,' "Whv rertnlnlv mnHam aM h . 4. . " " D "" " nnr up a glass for her. Two minutes later she was back agalflJI 1 don t like to trouble you," she saldJB -put couia I get another glass 1 water i" ' ! "No trouble at all. madam," said manager, handinr her another glass. .-? Two minutes later she appeared at "Certainly, madam," said the aftai manager; "but may I Inquire what'; are doing with bo much water?" "I know you'll Just scream when ! you," said the lady ; "I'm trying' to I out a fire In my room !" Jx