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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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THE DAILY NOVELETTE
BARBARA'S ANSWER
By MILDRED G. PEASE
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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
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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?"
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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 .?
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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
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"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
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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
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. ..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