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.i.r!heel, fnr linnnnn nnlei-e h.-we b,en
f VeeelveU by' Frank Blaisdell. Jamen P-lals-
f'MJMI an. I Dura nili4all fnm 4 nnnalH
S' -ri-sininfv O Fulton, a multimillionaire A
'.lXVltlr rereiveil with the money from Ed-
fSfeward r. Norton. h! lanjer as Mr
Ifc-f&Flilton went to South America with In-
tf&VysHrUQtions that the checks be sent sli
kVr. itnonths
after his departure There is
XS'a another letter to be opened in two sears
Ijy'SL ' In the event of Fulton not belnsr heard of
S!r t .fcefore that time. The fortunate reciple-ijs
nf unernrrted wealth are debating the id-
vS1? vlsablllty of wearing mourning for Fulton '
B presumably dead
A a matter of fact, Fulton is wnn i
K.w-V them In the terson nf John Smltn Me nas
ES& -Aknown them for sW months. It wis his
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CHAPTER IX (Continued
HER mother sighed svmpatheticillv
"Poor Maggie' How she Is left
out always'"
"But we can give her some of our-
mother we
give her some or.
ours," urged the girl
"It Isn't nurs to Elve yet,
remarked
her mother, a bit coldly ,--
"But. mother, you will do It Impor
tuned Mellicenl "You've always said
you would, if you had It to give
"And I say It again. Mellicent I shall
never see her suffer vou may be "ure--If
I have the money to relieve her
But " She stopped abruptlv at ihe
csound of an excited voice down the hall i
Miss Flora, evidently comiius in uuuut."
the kitchen, was hurrying toward them
"Jane Mellicent where are ou
Isn't anybody here" Mercy me bhe
Banted, as she reached the room and
Tnk imo a chair Did you ever hear
anything like it in all your life ou
had one. too didn't nou she cried
her eyes falling on the letter In her
brother's hand "But 'v ain't true, of
Vlss Flora wore no head-covering
She wore one glove (wrong side out)
and was carrying the other one Her
dress, evidently donned hastily for the
Street, was unevenly fastened showing
the topmost button without a button-
h'lr. Smith says it's true," triumphed
Mellicent ... h. ..
"How does he know' Who told him t
was true'" demanded Miss Flora.
So almost accusing was the look in
her eves 'hat Mr Smith actuallv blinked
a littie. He grew visibly confused
5Jvhy er ah the letter speaks fcr
itself. Miss Flora,' he stammered
"But it can't be true, reiterated Mis
Flora. "The idea of a man I never saw
i,.i mo n hundred thousand dollars,
&T-tt-v fik" that! and Frank and Jim. ioo '
"But he's your cousin you saio. ne
was your cousin," Mr Smith reminded
her "And you have his picture in
your album You showed It to me
Hi !,.,, it Tint mv sake?1 I didn t
i. ... v,. vnotv T was his cousin I don t
W J " . . " ..!-. .rA (r. Vll
a'pose he's got my Picture In his album
But how did he know about us' It,s
fnme mher Flora Blaisdell, I tell you
r.f a'po:
..Sv...- t . thoucht Of
that '
cried Jane. "It probamy is some uu.m
Blaisdells Well, anyhow. If it is. we
won't have to pay that inheritance tax
"We can save that much
"Save! Well, what do we lose?' de
Wndedher husband apopleciicallv
At this moment the rattling of the
llicic, x ..... ---- t.
-front-door knob and an mP"-y'Y'
knocking brought Mrs Jane to her feet
"There's Hattle. now, and that door s
locked" fhe cried, hurrvlng Into the
3w'hen she returned a moment later
Harriet Blaisdell and Bessie were with
hTh.re was about Mrs Harriet Blais-
VJell a new. indescribable air of corn-
ms.naing importance u """.."-
appeared to have grown inches taller
TVell. I do hope, Jane now you 11 live
In a decent place." she was saying, as
they entered the room, "and not oblige
your friends to climb up over a grocery
S "Well I guess you can stand the gro
cery store a few more days Hattle
observed Frank Blaisdell dryly 'How
long do you s'pose we'd live anv of
us If 't wa'n't for the grpcerv stores
to feed us? Where's Jim'
"lsr?t he here' I told him I was
cimlng here, and to come right over
himself at once: that the very first
thing we must have was a family con
clave, lust ourselves, you know so as
to plan what to give out to the public
Er ah " Mr Smith was on his
feet, looking somewhat embarrassed:
."perhaps, then, sou would rather I
were not present at the er family
conclave " . ......
-V "Nonsense1" scouted Frank tsiaisaeu
frin "Why. you are one of the family.
iS? "it 5rr.s so ' cried Mllllcent
kft? emiied Mrs. Hattie. pleasantlv "Be-
iL filaes, you are lniere&ieu in tia.- -w.-h
cerns us, I knowfor the book, so. of
.- ,..,M1 Y.t fntroctrl In this
r.. rillllSP. tUU 11 " t vv- --- ---
K lecacy of dear Cousin Stanley's
' 1 . J ....A 1. .,.. ..anl hchlnil
CJ-u. t.lP l.oHlrorcVil.f with one of the
r,-o choking coughs to which he appeared to
ifP be somewhat addicted
ii.t vmi c-ettln? a little familiar
" iil j-A. rn,.P(n Ctanlw1 Mattlp?"
drawled Frank Blaisdell.
ii, Jllrs rlora leaneo mrwura ea.ru-iij
W "But Hattie, ve were just sayln
fore yru came, tnat it couian t De true .
that it must mean some other Blais
.iella somewhere"
' '"Absurd"' scoffed Harriet "There
couldn't be any other Frank and Jim
and Flora Blaisdell, In a Hillerton too
Besides. Jim said over the telephone
thatt that was one of the best law
firms in Chicago Dm't you suppose
they know what they re talking about
' "-I'rjf sure I think it's quite the expected
ft vitr,V that hA should leave his money
5 n 'hie nwn neonle Come don't let's
wut anv more time over that. What
Vti ' we've got to decide Is what to do First. ,
V1 "l tUUISC, "T UlUfl u.ue. sw.,. t.v..-
"J t elve mourning all around "
try lournin ' eja.cuiaea an auiacu
Itf&ljL- chorus.
Wi .... i ... i 1-..J . 1 I
BRMf "Oh. great Scott'" spluttered Mr
vtiever thought " He stopped abrupt-
l&f ''Jy. his face almost purple
JDUL nuuuu; was iiv.v. i.iiib -' kiut.
p-Bessle Blaisdell had the floor
t vxrhv mnther. T look nerfertlv hor-
irid In b"lack, you know I do," she was
KT. rBlllne. "And there's the Oavlords
K3iS:ilance just next week; and If I'm in
JOtVrnourning cant go there, nor any
S3Sywhere. What's the use in having all
.'lllnat money ii we ve goi to snuc our-
i -3..AlvAa iit IIVa that anrt lrlr Vinrrlrt
iy;4ltuffy black, and everything?" ,
fS y fc Vi or anaine, cusbiu spur.r up iiss
fAT JFIora. with unusual sharpness fcr her
apt "I jhlnk yjur motner is just ngnt. I'm
&S sure the least we can dj In return for
rc4thie wonderful gift Is to Ehow our re-
cv.i.,-,i tpeci ana appreciation uy guin imo
W ih&iht very deepest black we can I'm
3?56ure I'd be glad to."
WST . ''Walt J" Mrs. Harriet had drawn her
. ilbjows together in deep thought "I'm
-'.i 1 ..n attrm aU. all .hot If .ifAnM h& H&c
Fhe letter did not say that dear CoUsln
iniey naa aiea ne just naan t been
rd from "
"In that case, I don't think we ought
o It. Ana it woum De too oaa that
ylord dance it going to be the blg-
thintr of the season, and of course
rve'were In black No: on the whole.
'J think we won't, Bessie. Of course, in
twot years from now, when we get the
nt. U will be different"
.When you wliat?" H was a rather
ttartled. question from Mr. Smith.
1 0ht."dldn't you know? There's an
"Jftr letter to be opened tn two years
ran now, disposing of the- rest of the
tuAiurlv Anil hA UTAH. wnrh ivillllrtnv
l u Itnow millions i,"
"WW 'mayoe ne er uia u say you
i to- to Kcitinose muuons inenx-
. Jh0Ga!or n. lorfQr
A ..!... nf (t
Pollyanna"
"Humph! I VNOuldn't speiul tliem
advised her
to come back in, I suppose You know
he's gone exploring And. of course,
If he hadn't come back bv then, he
would be dead Then we'd get It all.
Oh, yes, we sha'l get it, I'm sure"
'Oh-h '" Mr Smith settled back in
his chiir He looked somewhat non
plused "Humph ' Well, I wouldn't spend them
millions, till I'd got em, Hattie," ad
vibed her brother-ln-,aw dryly
'I wasn't Intending to, Frank," she
retorted with tome uignitv "But that's
neither here nor there What we're con
cti ned with now is what to do with w hat
we have got Even this will make a
tremendous sensation In Hllkrton It
ought to be written up. of couise, for
the papers, and by some one vho knows
We want it done just right Why,
Frank, do ou realize' We snail be
rich rich and all In a flash like thW '
I wonder what the Pennocks vvlil say
now about Mellieent's not having money
enough for that precious mmi of theirs '
Oh I can hardly believe it jet And
it 11 mean everything to us Think
w hat we can do for the children
Think "
"Aunt Jane, Aunt Jane, is ma here?"
Wide open banged the front door as
Benny bounded dovv n the hall "Oh. here
j ou are ' Say, is it true' Tommy Hook
er says our great-grandfather in Af
rica has died an' left us a million dol
lars, an' that we're richer 'n Mr. Pen
nock or even the Oaylords, or any
bodv1 Is It true' Is It?"
His mother laugheu indulgently
"Not quite, Bennv. though we have
been left a nice litle fortune bv your
cousin, Stanlev G Fulton remrmber
liic utiic, utrai juui (juunm, Dt.iliic.v v
ruiton .Ann u wasn i vvirica, u was
South America "
"And did you all get some, too""
panted Benny, looking eagerly about
him
"We sure did." nodded his Uncle
Frank, "all but poor Mr Smith here
I guess Mr Stan'ev G Fulton didn't
know he was a cousin, too." he joked,
with a wink in Mr Smith's direction
"But Where's Aunt Maggie' Why
ain't she here" She got some, too, didn't
she'" Benny began to look anxious
His mother lifted her eyebrows
"No You forget my dear Your Aunt
Maegie is not a Blaisdell at all She's a
Duff a very different family"
"I don't care, she's Just as good
as Blaisdell." cut in Mellicent : "and she
seems like one of us. anyway"
'And she didn't get anything'" be
moaned Benny "Sav" he turned val
iantly to Mr Smith "shouldn't you
think he might have given Aunt Maggie
a 1'ttlo of that monev""
"I should, Indeed " Mr Smith spoke
with peculiar emphasis
"I guess he would if he'd known
her'"
"I'm sure he would '" Once more- the
peculiar earnestness vibrated through
Mr Smith's voice
"But now he s- dead, an' he can't
I guess If he could see Aunt Maggie
he'd wish he hadn't died 'fore he could
fix her up just as good as the rest "
"I'm very sure he would'" Mr Smith
was laughing now, but his voice was
just as emphatic an! there was a
sudden flame of color In his face
"Your Cousin Stanley Isn't dead, my
dear that Is we are not sure he is
dead " spoke up Benny's mother quick
ly 'He just has not been heard from
for six months '
"But' he must be dead, or he'd have
come hack " reasoned Miss Flora, with
worried eyes; and I, for my part, think
we ought to go Into mourning, too "
'Of course he'd have come back"
declared Mrs Jane. "and kept the
money himself Don't you suppose he
knew what he'd written in that let
ter, and don't you suppose he'd have
saved those 300.000 if he could? Well,
I guess he would ' The man is dead
That's certain enough "
Well anv how we're not going Into
mourning till we have to" Mrs Har
riet's lips snapped together with firm
decision
Of coursr not I'm sure I don't see
any use in having the money if we've
got to wear black and not go anywhere."
pouted Bessie
'Are we rich, then, really ma?" de
manded Benny
We certainly are. Benny "
"Then If we re rich we can have every
thing we want can't we"" Benny's eyes
were beginning to sparkle
"Well " hesitated his mother
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million till I got them, Hattie,"
brother - in - law
"I gues there'll be enough to satisfy
vour wants, Benny," lauglied his Uncle
gave a whoop of delight
"Then we can go back to the East
Side and live just as we've a mind
to without carm' what other folks do,
cant we" he crowed "'Cause If we are
rich we won't have ter keep tryln' ter
make folks think we are They'll know
It without our tryln' "
"Benny"' The rest were laughing:
but Benny s mother had raised shocked
hands of protest "You are Incorri
gible, child The East Side, indeed ' We
shall live in a house of our own, now,
of course but it won't be on the East
Side "
Fiank Blaisdell gave a sudden laugh
Here vou've been telling what every
bodv else Is go.ng to do with the money '
"But what are ou going to do. Flo"
A tili-sfut leli, verv like Mc'llcent's
own. pas-sed Miss Flora's lips
"Oh, T don t know." she breathed In
an awestruck voice "It don't seem yet
that it's realiv mine"
'Well 'tlsn't " declared Mrs Jane
tartlv getting to her feet "And I, for
one. nm going lnck to work In the
kitchen where I belong And Well if
here ain't Jim at last " she broke off.
as her vounger brother-in-law appeared
in the doorway
"You're too late, pa. vou're too late!
It's all donf." clamored Bennv '"They've
got everv thing all settled""
The man In the doorway smiled
"I knew they would have. Benny;
and I haven't been needed. I'm sure
your mother's here "
Mrs- I'arrlet bridled, but did not look
unpleascd
"But say, Jim " breathed Miss Flora,
"ain't It wonderful ain't it perfectly
wonderful'"
"It Is. Indeed very wonderful," re
plied Mr Jim
V babel of eager voices arose then,
but Mr Smith was not listening now
He was watching Mr Jim's face, and
trving to fathom its expression
A little later when the women had
gone into fie kitchen and Mr Frank had
clattered back to his work downstairs,
Mr Smith thought he had the explana
tion of that look on Mr Jim's fice Mr
Jim and Benny were standing over by
the fireplace together
"Pa ain't you glad about the
monev"" asked Bennv
"I shouldn't be. shouldn't I. mv son?"
"But you look so funny and you
didn't sav anything, hardly"
There was a moment's pause The
man, with his even fixed on the glowing
coals in the grate appeared not to have
heard Bu' in a moment he said
"Bennv If a poor old horse had been
cllmhlng a long, long hill all dav with
the hot sun on his hack, and a load
that dragged and dragged at his heels
and If he couldn't see a thing but the
dust of the road that blinded and choked
him and if he just felt that he couldn't
co another sten. In suite of the whin
that snapped 'Get there get there'' all
dav In his ear?) how do jou suppose
that poor old Horse woum ifeei ir sud
denly the load, and the whip, and the hill
and the dust disappeared, and he found
hlmse f in a green pasture with the cool
gurgle of water under green trees In
Ms ears how do you suppose that poor
old horse would feel?" i
"Say. he'd like It great, wouldn't he?
But pa, you didn't tell me yet If you
liked the money'"
The man stirred, as if waking from
a trance He threw his arm artlund
Bennv's shoulders.
I.Ike It? Why, ot course, I like" It.
Benny, my boy' Why, I'm going to
have time now to get acquainted with
mv children '"
Across the room Mr Smith, with a
sudden tightening of his throat, slipped
oftlv Into the ha'l and thence to his
own room Mr Smith, just then, did not
wish to be seen
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THE DAIL Y NOVELETTE
GOOD IMPULSE REWARDED
By MAISIE BROPHY
44TTTHAT a change, Edna, In two short
' years! Life then was one round
of pleasure " "Oh, cheer uo. Alice Clay,
ton ! Busy yourself with what's going
on today, and you'll And enough to do.
Here I am puzzling myself to And a way
to pay car fares, room rent, buy lunches,
and now a war savings stamp each
month, and all on a salary of J10 a
week."
The Claytons at one time had been
among the wealthiest families in Sea-
vine, or late fate had dealt harshly
with them: mother and father had been
victims of an auto accident, and a sud
den change in the stock market had left
them with little more than the old
nomesteao. in a Rnort lime It Became
necessary for them to sell their home
I and seek employment for a living. Alice
i felt the reverse keenly, while Edna,
. light-heaited and care-free still, man
I aged to find considerable enjoyment in
her present surroundings
"1 have It, Alice!" exclaimed Edna,
after a few thoughtful moments "All
that old jewelry we have in the bottom
of our trunk I will take to the melting
pot tomorrow. Quess I will at least
get one war savings stamp for all we
have stored away, and that will be my
stamp for June Come along now and
help me get it out Oh. there's my little
sliver watch,' nearly ten years old! I
doubt If I used It a dozen times. How
proud 1 was the night I first wore this
pendant ' Well, here they all go with
best wishes, to the melting pot," said
Edna as she tied them up all ready for
the morning
Lunch hour next day was devoted to
disposing of her treasures, and evening
found her overjoyed with the results
'Oh sis'" cried Edna; "Just look two
war savings stamps! Isn't that great?
I m so happy I don't know what to do "
'Yes, Edria, It's fine," said Alice:
"you're alwajs so fortunate in all your
undertakings"
The little watch I gave to the Red
Cross." continued Edna excitedly, "as
they said It was too good for the melt
ing pot "
An uneventful month followed, and
then came Edna's big vacation "A flue
chance to mend your old clothes." ad
vised Alice as she was leaving for work
Monday morning
"Yes," said Edna as she curled her
self up on the couch, buried in one of
the latest novels.
Monday morning Fred Morse had been
discharged from St. Vincent's Hospital,
and expected to sail for New York the
following day Two long vieeks, the
longest he had known in his whole life,
had been spent in this hospital, the re
sult of having been Injured doing his
bit. Togethei with four others, he had
been chosen to give a course of lectures
at Camp Upland, and the next day they
were to start for the U. S. A.
"I'm completely lost without my wrist
watch," said Fred to his nurse, Miss
Sjnd
"Perhaps I can get you one It was
only last night the president of our
Rfd Cross branch announced the re
ceipt of some watches, and If there are
anv left I will get one for you." i
"There." said Miss Synd as she pre
sented Fred with a watch that after-J
noon, ner great Drown eyes sparKiing
with Joy, "the only one left" Fred
thanked her sincerely, and, opening the
case, a small piece of paper dropped
out, on which ws written, "Contributed
bv Edna M Clavton, Seavllle, Mass."
Was he still unconscious, or was It
really true? Yes, it surely was so, for
there on the cover was the familiar
monogram, "E l C "
For some time he sat dreaming. In
fancy she was with him once again. He
could hear her gaily chatting or hum-
By DADDY
"THE WILD INDIANS"
A eompUte new adventvrti each tceek, beginning Monday
CHAPTER II
The Indian Plot
(In the first chapter Peggy is sum
moned by Judge Owl from the camp
lit the Mils where she (s stailnsr. Be
guides her to Billy Belgium, uho
shows her a tribe of Indians start
ing on the warpath.)
44-lTTH
Whoo-
VV oop"
wVille fpnm
howled the dancing Indians,
a circle of. squaws in the
hiu-i-rniinrt came a vva'ilns sons, accom
panied bv the beat of the tom-toms
Peggy felt her heart thump loudly.
The picture before her eves was more
thrilling than any movie she hid ever
seen. The blazing fire the painted red
men whirling around it. the dioning
houaws, the shadows grotesquely frollck
Ing on the walls of the rocky basn
the sight vvas enough to send the blood
racing faster through her veins
One big warrior In particular held
her fascinated eyes. He was tall and
apparently very powerful, for he swung
around his head a huge ax Instead of
the usual Indian tomahawk. He
crouched very low as he ttamped the
ground viciously with his feet, then
threw his head back as he let out his
wolf-like howl.
As the savages c'rcled around and
around they made motions as If scalping
unhappy captives It would be horrible
to fall into the power of such a cruel
band ,. ,,,
"Are they really on the warpath?
whispered Peggy-to Billy Belgium
"Sh-h-h-h ' Listen '" he answered.
The dance had ended and the braves
had seated themselves around the fire
The big Indian with the ax remained
standing. He looked very terrible In
his eagle feathers and painted face. He
folded his arms and remained silent a
moment as the song of the squaws died
away and the throb of the tom-toms
ceased Then he began to speak slow
ly and impressively
"Brothers of the wilderness, hark to
the voice of Chief Many Cows!" he said
The hour of our freedom Is here. Too
long have we been the slaves of Pale
Face ways Tonight we throw all that
aElde ' Tonight we become again the
children of the forest, worthy sons of
the noble red men who roamed these
hills in days of old. hunting the deer and
the bear, and tomahawking the Invading
mlng a song as they paddled up river
In his favorite canoe And Edna, pink
cheeked and eyes of azure blue, with
her fair golden curls blowing In the gen
tle summer breeze, resting so comforta
bly amonr fhe cushions.
"Well," thought Fred, "my dear old
sweetheart, I'll give you, the surprise of
your life when I land In New York "
The persistent ringing of the door
bell roused Edna from her reading
What ! A letter from Fred Morse post
marked New York ! Could It be possi
ble? Quickly tearing open the envelope,
she read of his receiving the wrist-
watch and the sup of paper inside.
"Will be home by Wednesday. Could
we plan for a canoe ride Thursday
evenlpg? I will 'phone you Wednesday
night."
Edna could hardly realize that Fred
was really coming to -see her .again, as
she had thought he bad long since for
gotten her Anxiously she waited for
the phone call, and with still greater
anxiety for Thursday evening to come.
The great, beautiful moon cast Its
silvery light upon the old familiar river
as Fred and Edna slowly paddled to
their favorite "cozy corner." Sheltered
by overhanging branches, Fred settled
himself down beside Edna. Gently
drawing her head to his shoulder, he
whispered: "Will vou be my own sweet
heart forever. Edna? I will be here for
a month, and how happy I would be to
know that you were really mine before
I return to camp. Say 'yes,' dear, and
don't keep me In suspense.' Edna faint
ly murmured the desired "yes," and as
Fred brushed back her fair golden curli
he kissed and kissed the rosy lips soon
to be his very ow'n
"It seems all too good to be true,"
said Edna a few hours later as they
paddled toward the boathouse. "Who
ever dreamed of so much good luck
coming fiom that melting-pot scheme?"
"It was well for you," said Fred gazing
at his wilst-watch, "that jou were res
cued from that melting-pot, or I would
not be the happy fellow 1 am tonight
And hereafter, Edna, I shall take the
greatest pleasure In providing you with
stamps to the fulfillment of your pledge
my own sweetheuit, the dearest srlrl In
this whole wide woild '
Tomortoxc's Complete Novelette
"BLOir.V 7.V BY THE DRAFT."
Dirty Work
A deadly feud had long been declared
between the two rival pork butchers of
Little Mushford, and on a day they
broke out Into open warfare.
It happened In this way:
Brisket, the "old-established," put a
sign above his door reading, "Pork
sausages, our own make," Intending
to advertise his goods to the world or
that portion of It which was Little Mush
ford But in the night Hambone. his deadly
rival, did a bad deed to his hurt, for
when Brisket awoke the next morning
his sign read:
"Pork sausages; our own moke."
Ideas.
Preferred Stil! Life
The painstaking artist, anxious to
please, remarked to a prospective cus
tomer: "I can paint you a portrait of your
wife. which will be a speaking likeness."
"H'm couldn't you do it in what they
call btlll life?" Pearbon's Weekly.
DREAMLAND ADVENTURES
"Whoop! Whoo-oop! WTioo-oop!"
howled the dancing Indian
Pale Faces. Whoo-oop ! Whoo-oop 1
I'm a wild Indian"
And with that Chief Many Cows
whirled his ax around his head and let
It fly at a big tree far back tn the shad
ows. The ax struck with a resounding
whang, the blade sinking deep into the
tree Peggy gasped with surprise, and
the Indians muttered their admiration.
Chief Many Cows surely was very pow
erful fc
"He looks like Fred Snow, the village
milkman," whispered Billy Belgium
Peggy shook her head. To her he didn't
look a bit like a milkman This vvas a
genuine savage Her opinion grew
stronger as Chief Many Cows went on
with his speech.
"We must make our freedom secure,"
he said "We cannot have lasting lib.
erty until we have driven the Pale Faces
I from our hills. We must go on the war
path as did our fathers before us We
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s. wm i . . m
To a Snail
By pourlns water i
made ready for food
Desolate.
n snails they are
Immediately. Dally
Go, gentle crawler, go ! I would
Not' munch thee,
Although, 'tis said, 'twere very good
To lunch me
On thy soft, flabby succulence
Acquired at very small expense.
But If I do thee that offense,
Well, punch me !
Yea, thou art safe from me, old pal,
For ever 1
Rob thy home conchological?
No, never!
As long as there Is other food
As tender, tasty, and as good,
To spare thee, will I, by the rood,
Endeavor !
Don't think because I pass thee I'm
A silly ass!
I let thee live thy span of time
Willy-nilly, as
It Isn't that I've any ruth
Or pity take upon thy youth :
Thou art, to tell the honest truth,
Too bilious I '
Saturday Journal.
Impudent Youth
Old GrumfJler had plenty of money, a
splendid house, and the best of every
thing, Including diseases.
All the latest complaints were his, but
no doctor seemed able to help him He
changed his physician again and again,
and finally decided to give a trial to a
young fellow who had Just started in
practice.
He was telling the doctor what he
thought was the trouble with him, when
the doctor ventured to disagree with the
diagnosis.
"It hardly sounds to me like tubercu
losis." "But allow me
"You see, the symptoms of tubercu
losis "
"Look here, young man "
"I repeat that you're wrong."
"I beg your pardon !" said the patient,
In a haughty way. "It Isn't for a young
doctor like you to disagree with an ex
perienced invalid like me! 1 have had
sixty years of illness, aSid you're only
a learner !" Answers.
Then He Made a Sale
"I can see at a glance, madam," said
the experienced hawker, "that you would
not be Interested In the preparation I
am selling, except possibly as a gift to
some of jour neighbors."
"What are you selling?" the lady of
the house Inquired, with interest.
"A facial beauty preparation, madam,"
he replied Tit-Bits
and ending Saturday.
must kill ; we must take scalps. Tonight
,we attack By morning not a Pale Face
shall be left In the mountain camps or
in the villages. They w ill vanish before
us as the snow before the April sun. I
have spoken."
Peggy looked at Billy Belgium with
horrified eyes.
"How awful !' she gasped "We must
give the alarm '"
sn,3an,he,,cautloned her' as . short.
?iTi ti ?lan brave arose "That looks
like Hooks, the village tailor,"
.i. r '." to ,he olce ' Sifting Man."
f,o 1dlan Brunted- "I am heap wise
he, mn,htaiP mu? !hlnh'nB ""lis shall
c?n?n rlai"' uE""8 sha" a"ack the
tS UP ihe h"J We nall have many
scalps before the sleeping Pale Faces
know what has happened
winT1lfiLWe sha" take thelr Buns which
will help us in our attack upon the
llllBe' Ln.tn5 UUe e shall find
heap much food, and heap much guns
nl2owdfJ!: Jh,e hllls sna11 b" our own
Death to the Pale Faces'"
There jumped up a wiry, fiercely-painted
warrior.
"Scalps Much Hair wants scalps'"
he shrieked, as he began to dance.
If he wasn't so savage looking. I'd
say that vvas Sol Green, clerk In Bas
coms general store." whispered Billy
Belgium. Peggy shook her head in
strong disagreement This leaping,
bounding, half. naked warrior didn't have
the slightest resemblance to a clerk In
a store.
"Scalps! Scalps'" shrieked the other
Indians, joining Much Hair in his dance.
The tom-toms, sounded again, the squaws
began their walling song
"We must hurry to camp before they
can get there'" urged Peggy
"It's too late I'm afraid," answered
Billy Belgium "There come two scouts
to report now."
Into the firelight had leaped two agile
young Indians The dance halted ab
ruptly as the warriors clustered eagerly
around them
"The Pale Faces In the mountain camp
sleep soundly," spoke up one of the
scouts. "Our watchers surround them,
watting for you to attack at dawn "
Peggy turned in dismay to Billy Bel
gium "Oh, what shall we do'" she whis
pered. "Can't we warn them?"
"No," he answered, "we, ourselves,
must stop the Indians."
(Tomorrow will be described the
daring attempt of Btlly Belgium to
upset the plot of the Indians i
OD-FltiVtS-fROlVr
Quiet Praer Needed
Cartoons Magazine
The Unrepentant Sinner Don't
pray so loud about that jam we
took Yuh want ma to lock the
pantry T
Bunch of English Yarns
He came down the garden path, a sad,
sorrowful figure. She watched him with
anxious eyes.
. "How did father take it?" she asked
"He took It all right," replied the
young man.
"Oh, I'm 'so glad, George '" she cried
"Are you?" he replied, flopping for
lornly by her side. "Well, I can't say
that I am, dear. At first your father
wouldn't listen to me."
"Why didn't you tell him that you had
f500 In the bank, as I told you to?" she
exclaimed,
"I did, after all else had failed," an
swered George dejectedly.
"And what did he do then?"
"Do!" echoed the young man, passing
his hands wearily through his hair. "He
borrowed It !"
Little Johnnie had been showing his
two-year-old sister how to make mud
pies en the front doorstep, when his
mother, coming to the door and seeing
the condition of her recently cleaned
step, asked rafher sharply:
"Who's been putting all this dirt on
the step?"
"If you're goln' to g'umble." said John
nie, "It's 'Liza; If you ain't goln' to
g'umble, It's me!"
A railway passenger, by way of killing
time, tries to enter Into conversation
with another gentleman who has got Into
the same carriage.
"I have an Idea, sir, that your name
Is quite familiar, Mr. Mr."
"My name Is Brownsmlth; I come
from Manchester."
"Ah, then, It Is not your name but
your face that I seem to remember."
"Very possibly; I spent the last fif
teen years In prison, and only came out
this morning."
At this point the conversation dropped.
It was washing day. "Shocy" was on
leave He filled the copper, lit the Are.
drew a supply of water from the well,
sawed and chopped a heap of wood and
fixed up the wringer.
His missis, seeing the work getting so
well forward. In the fullness of her heart
burst Into song:
"My love he Is a sailor bold,
He plows the ocean"
"H'm." murmured "Shoey,"
gratitude for yer '"
"there's
What the quarrel was about neither
of them knew, but they had been hard
at it all the evening
The lady was the first to sue for
peace Seating herself coyly on the arm
of her husband's chair, she said coax
lngly: ' Come. John dear ; kiss my cheek and
make It up'"
But John was not In a gracious frame
of mind. All he replied vvas:
'.'I'll kiss it, but I don't think it wants
any more making up !"
Little Dick had a picture book given
him on his birthday Suddenly he came
running to his mother and said:
"Mamma, do animals know what they
are called?"
"No."
Dick uttered a sigh of relief and re
marked: "It would have been so pleasant for
the donkeys, wouldn't it?"
Paddy Dolan bought a watch from the
local Jeweler with a guarantee to keep
It in order for twelve months. About
six months after, Paddy took it back
because It had stopped,
"You seem to have had an accident
with it," said the jeweller.
"A small one, sure enough, sir. About
two months ago I was feeding the pig
and It fell Into the trough."
"But you should have brought it be
foi;e." "Sure, your honor, I brought it as
soon as I Lould. We only killed the pig
yesterday !" Pearson's Weekly.
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Stories From Tit-Bits
Saturday night "pops" were a great
feature of village life at Fuzzleton, and
on one of these occasions the ,local
operatic company essayed to play a
muslcaj piece written round the 'story
of "The Mistletoe Bough." '
To be brutally candid, the heroine
was not a success, particularly as alvo
callst Nevertheless, the play proceeded
till that good lady was Imprisoned in
the old oak box, kindly lent for th8Hoc
caslon by John Smith, who presided over
the Fuzzleton, stores. The only hitch In
the proceedings vvas that the' lid of the.
box closed with an audible click at the
critical moment. '
Stealthily the stage manager sidled
up to the grocer, who occupied oneof1
the front seats. 'I
"The lid of your box Is locked,"., ha
whispered, palnedly.
"Is she goln' to "sins any more?"
queried the grocer.
"Yes," came the reply. "Her spirit
appears in the next act, and she sine
twice."
"Oh. do it?" snapped Mr. Smith. "Then
I'm goln' to lose the key!"
When the wealthy employer of th
old governess died and left her 500,
her friends and neighbors wondered
whether the faded little spinster, who
had had such a hard struggle for life),
and had only .been able just to keep
body and soul together, would gain
much comfort in her old age from "this
windfall.
They called upon her In a body next
day.
"Well, now, Letltla, and whatever will
you do with all that money? You'll put
it by, I suppose In the bank, and "
"Put it in the bank?" flashed Letitia.
"Nothing of the kind. I mean to Tiave
some enjoyment out of It. le never
had much of a time so far, but now I'm
going to indulge myself. All my Ufa
I've wanted to have a pair of side
combs, with glass heads on em, and
now now I mean to have 'em. Tes,
that's what I'm going to get. I don't
care how much they run to even if they
cost me as much as Ave shillings!"
About Christmastime every year A
clergyman goes to a farm a few mlle
out to have a day's shooting. He li a,
very poor "shot." but a generous giver
facts well known to Jack, the at
tendant. Last Christmas he was out shooting,
and a rabbit Jumped up about ten yards
away.
Bang went both barrels, but bunny
escaped with a whole skin.
"Did I hit him, Jack?" asked the par
son, In an excited whisper.
"Well," said Jack, thoughtfully, "r
couldna say 'zactly as you 'It Mm, but
I mus' says I nlvver seed a rabbit wuss
scared. Ye're vastly Improved sin last
year, sir."
The clergyman smiled proudly.
"An' If ye keeps on Improvin' and
comes agin next year, why" with a
shake of his head "summat'U happen to
that rabbit!" London Tit-Bits.
The vicar of a .mining village sent a
pair of boots to the cobbler's for repairs;
but Bill, who had been imbibing rather
freely, felt no inclination for work; so
the boots were not touched that day.
Next morning his neiveE were rather
shaky, and he longed for "a hair of the
dog that bit him "
His own boots were lather dirty, so
he thought there was no harm In put
ting on the parson's, which he accord
ingly didt and started- off for the vil
lage pub to get a "reviver." He had
not gone very far when whom did he
meet but the vicar, who said:
"I sent my boots down for repair,
WilliamN Are they not finished yet?"
"Why. mister." answered BUI, calmly;
"they're not mended yet, but they're on
the road "
As she stood outside the little country
Inn two great tears shone In her Inno
cent eyes, tears so large that the passing
cyclist saw them. Beauty In distress
caused him to dismount and ask If ha
could be of any assistance. ""
"I'm afraid not, thank' you !" replied
the damsel, sorrowfully, as she pointed
to an automatic chocolate machine at
tached to the wall of the' inn. "I've Just
put a penny In that thing and nothing
has come out"
"That's soon remedied !" said tha
young man, confidently.
He slipped a coin Into the slot, and
then another.
After the sixth he muttered angrily
raised his cap, and pedaled wildly away, ffU
As he disappeared a female faca ?
peeped round the door.
"Any luck?" asked the owner thereof.
"Oh, yes, ma I" replied the slmpla
damsel, gayly. "Thats' lte tenth I'va
netted one-and-threepence" since dinner
time." Compulsory Education
Most thlnES that we learn from ''ex
perience come under the head of corn
pulsory education. Chicago Dally News.
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