. ,f ' o '. EVENING PUBLIC LEfiaERPHILELPHIA, -SATURP' yA lrrrf. io iie ?,, tnT- t. " J't. 4 V . '11? . V ',,.,v r-u 'EVERY MEMBER OF THE FAMILY CAN FIND SOMETHING INTERESTING HERE TO READ. Ti' :?t 1 I' 3 r T fc? IK BS- Wr V- ft? i M i j EK P-W W m m B. mower ! noif Y! R . xxf " thufright, JI8. bv Kleanor It. Porter and 01 271s ii 0110 i.taocr no, BfKVJ ti'SiMi) Permistlon of Itouohton Mifflin Co. Jill $" ' r Mohtt Ktttrved. Sfe 'fjwS THE STORY Tn09 FAB $$!& Stanley O. Fulton, multimillionaire, be- rlawjrar to send, at the end of alx months, J a. check for 1100,000 to each of three :ltlvea James Dlaladell, Prank Blala- I and Flora Blaitdell In Illllerton, Then Ron, maiqueradlnr aa John Smith, a Kpeqealoslit, anxloua to aecuro data of the Blaltdell family, roes to Illllerton to oh serve them "before and after taklns" rpfy ' vWealth. : 3 Margie Duff la the dauthter of a man who married the mother of the Walsdella ?J, and surtlved her. She sacrifices herself tor them an. airs, frank iiiaisaeu. parsi monious when poor, is equally parslmonl ' ous when rich. She has been telllns Uarsle and Mr. Smith her troubles. CHAPTER XII (Continued) Mr R. SMITH turned and threw up both his hands. "For Heaven's sake, lady, go homo, and spend somo of that money!" Mrs. Jane laughed a bit ruefully. "Well, I don't see hut what I shall have to, with everybody ngalnst me like this." nhe sighed, getting slowly to her font. "Tint If von knew If either of you knew how really valuible money Is. and how much It would earn for you. If you'd only let It, I don't believe you'd be quite so fast to tell me to go and pend It." 'Perhaps not ; but then, vou see, we dont know," smiled Miss Maggie, once again her cheery self. , , Mr. Smith said nothing. Mr. Smith had turned his back Just then When Irs. Jane was gone, Mr. Smith faced Miss Maggie with a quizzical smile. "Well?" he hazarded "You mean " "I'm awaiting orders as your new boarder." "Oh 1 They'll not be alarming, I assure you. Do you really want to come?" "Tnrioori i rtn' And I think It's mighty fS? good of you to take me. But should !3&. you, do you th'lnk? Haven't you got .enougn, wun your lamer " "' -u4 Wont It be too hard for you?" Q1i& nhnrtlr her hpad. "I think not. Besides. I'm going to have help. Anhabelle and Florence Mar tin, a farmer's daughters, are very anx ious to be In town to attend school this winter, and I have said that I would take them. They will work for their board." The man gave a disdainful sniff "I-can imagine how much work you 11 let them do I It strikes me the 'help Is on the other foot However, we'll let that pass. I shall be glad enough to come, and I'll stay unless I find youte 'doing too much and going beyond our strength. But, how about your father'' "Oh, he won't mind. 1 11 arrange that ha proposes the Idea himself. Besides," she twinkled merrily "you really get along wonderfully with father, you know. And. as for the workI shall have -more time now: Hattle will hate aome one else to care for her headaches, and Jane won't pui down any more cai pets. I fancy, for a while " "Well, I should hope'" he shrugged "Honestly, Miss -Maggie, one of the best things about this Blalsdell money, In my eyes. Is that It may gle you a little rest from being chief cook and bottle washer and head nurse combined, on tap for any minute. But. say, that woman will spend some of that money. Miss Maggie smiled significantly. ..t .v,ii. i, .in T saw Frank last 3?r evening though I didn't think It neces- aary to say so to ner. if ....... c - me. I think you'll find that they move very soon, and that the ladles of the family have some new clothes. L Well. I hope so." 2' "Vou seem concerned. .. . -iv,n-mpil? Er ah well. I am, ne asserted stoutly. "Such a windfall of wealth ought to bring happiness I think: and It seemed to. to Mrs. Hattle, though.1 of course, she 11 learn .better tmA ir-niia mi. nu t,j -"- -. . money. But Mrs. jane ..u, "j '- way, how Is Miss Flora bearing up under the buiden?" Miss Maggie laughed. SoVSa"' -l -1- I " 'Poor Maggie' say 'Poor Flora T "Oh, she won't be 'poor' long." sml ed Miss Magr'e. "She'll get used to it this stupehlous sum of money one of ;!.. rtnvs But lust now she s nearly " . A -nrl K tha V frightened to death." H? ESSth because she's got it, and because she's afraid she II lose . doesn't sound logical. I know, but tlora wt being logical just now To beg n with she hasn't the least Wea how to rPeSa money. Under my carefulBuld ... kn.vr. she has bought her a tefr"tw nevr dresses though they're dead iKS". Wack " ffle "Black!" Interrupted the man tr .-via ahe's nut on mourning, smiled tet "Kiss "Maggie, as he came to a dlsmayeo. Brl' atoD. ' ane wouio, u n- ""c v C Pi ahe wouldn't feel half decent unless she FWfdld with that poor man dead, and glMng IwS'her all that money." IVi. - "But he Isn t dead that Is, they lit aren't sure he's dead," amenaea -ur. I?" . a-.lth linstllv. ,.u..V i-'inrn thinks he is. She says Ulihe must be, or he would hae appeared 1 In time to save all that money. She s tvery much shocked, especially aim- lie. wail nerew , ''"r ,iZ fct inore determined to do the best she can K3- on her part." rSt.mr , .m iht nhe didn't know him, so K&alati rati't er really mourn for him,' i stammered the man. There was a most curious helplessness pn Mr Smiths "No she says she can't really mourn." Billed' Miss Maggie again, "and that's what worries her the most of anything hiranit ahe can't mourn, when he's been 1 so good to her and he with neither wife I nor chick nor child to mourn for him, I h rvs. But she's determined to go S thwMich the outward form nf it. at least. sTfto Rhe's made herself some new black Cvfc dresses, and she's bought a veil. She's y ! ,-t.a- Hfi Vnlfnn'a nltftrA (yn, hntl one cut from a magazine. I believe). and has had it framed and nunc on her 5JL wall. On the mantel beneath it she , , gl "CAF" STUBBSHe. Was Unreasonable -:- -:- . -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- -:- vy uijwiiva 3f 1 1 up sT m -s ac k of, (. J I I soneBoanvi orkbbeu v i 1 1 (aiDJA rnu vrM KB MM$i ( i utint lose no clue'.J- jfe -rteBig rjiS Frpsw p!g jggsij pmrj' R. ; :, v'M,:, . 25 , -:! t ' Gdnor Ji '.JJortor Author of "Polly anna" "Here's Mr. Smith t" she cried keeps fiesh flowers, always. She says It's the nearest thing she can come to putting flowers on his grave, poor man!" "Good heavens !" breathed Mr. Smith falling' limply Into a chair. "And sho doesn't go anywhere, except to church, and for necessary errands." "That explains why I haven't seen her. I had wondered where she was " "Yes. She Is very conscientious. But she Is going later to Niagara. I've per suaded her to do that. She'll go with a party, of course one of those 'per sonally conducted' affairs, you know. Poor dear! She's so excited! All her life she's wanted to see Niagara. Now she's going, and she can hardly believe It's true. She wants a phonograph, too. but she's decided not to get that until after six months' mourning Is up It's too friolous and jolly for a house or mourning "Oh, good heavens'" breathed Mr. Smith, again. "It Is funny Isn't It, that she takes It quite so seriously? Bessie suggested (I'm afraid Bessie was a Ilttla naughty) that she get the phonograph, but not allow It to play anything but dirges and hymn tunes." "But. ln't the woman going to take any comfort with that money?" de manded Mr Smith. "Indeed she Is ! She's taking comfort now. You have no idea, Mr. Smith, what it means to her, to feel that she need never want again, and that she can buy whatever she pleases, without thinking of the cost. That's why she's frightened because she Is so happy. She thinks It can't bo right to be so happy. It's too pleasant to bo right. When she Isn't being frightened about that, she's being frightened for fear she'll lose It, and thus not have It any more. I don't think she quite realizes yet what a big sum of money it Is, and that she'd nave to lose a great deal before she lost It all." "Oh, well, she'll get used to that, In time They'll all get used to it In time." declared Mr Smith, his face clearing a little "Then they'll begin to live sanely and sensibly, and spend the money as It should be spent. Of course, you couldn't expect them to know what to do, at the very first, with a sum like that dropped Into their laps. What would yo,u do yourself Yes, what would you do? repeated Mr Smith, his face sud denly alert and Interested again. "What would you do if you should fall heir to a hundred thousand dollars tomor row?" "What would I do' What wouldn't I do?" laughed Miss Maggie Then ab ruptly her face changed Her eyes be came luminous, unfathomable. "There Is oo much that a hundred thousand dollars could do so much ' Why, I would " Her face changed again ab ruptly. She sniffed as at an odor from somewhere. Then lightly she sprang to mci jcei unu crosseu 10 me stove, "What WOUld I do with a hnnilroM thousand dollars'"' she demanded, whisk ing open a camper in the pipe. "I'd buy a new base-burner that didn't TmW p-nt That's what I'd do with a hundred thou- sana aouars. Are you going to give It to ine?" I "Eh? Ah what?" Mr Smith was i viMniy siaruea Miss Maggie laughed merrily. "Don't worry I wasn't thinking of charging quite that for your board But you seemed so Interested, I didn't know but what you were going to hand over the hundred thousand, just to see ,what I would do with It," she chal lenged, mischievously. "However, I'll stop talking nonsense, and come down to business If you'll walk this way, Mr. New Boarder, I'll let you choose which of two rooms you'd like." And Mr. Smith went. But. as had oc curred once or twice before, Mr. Smith's face, as he followed her, was a study. CHAPTER XIII The Dancing Begins CHRISTMAS saw many changes in the Blalsdell families. The James Blalsdells had moved Into the big house near the Gaylord place. Mrs. Hattle had Installed two maids In the kitchen, bought a handsome touring car, and engaged an Imposing-looking chauffeur. Fred had entered college, and Bessie had been sent to a fash ionable school on the Hudson Benny, to his disgust, had also been sent away to an expensive school. Christmas, how ever, found them all at home for the holidays, and for tha ble housewarm- Ing that their parents were planning to Cite on i nristmas nignt The Frank Blalsdells had also moed They were occupying a new house not too far from the grocery store, Tlrey oW. j had not bought It et. Mrs Jane sald that sho wished to live In It awhile so ns to be sure she would rcallv like It Besides, It would sate the Interest on the money for that much time, nnywny True, she had been a little disturbed when her husband reminded her tint they would be paying rent meanwhile. But she said that didn't matter; Mie was not going to put all that money Into a house just yet, anywn not till she was sure It was the best they could do for the price. They, too. were planning a house warming. Theirs was to come the night after Christmas Mrs. Jane told her husband that they should not want theirs the same night, of course, as Hattle's, and that if hhe had hers right awny the next night, she could eat up any of the cakes or Ice cream that was left from Hattle's party, and thu.s sate buying so much new for her self But her husband was so irdlg nant oxer the Idea of eating 'il.itlie's leavings" that sho had to gle up this part of her plan, though sho Mill ar ranged to have her housewnrmlng on the day following her sister-in-law's Melllcent. like Bessie, was home from .school, though not from the tame school Mrs. Jane had found another one that was just ns good as Hess-Ie's, she said, and which did not cost near s-o much mohey Mr Smith was not liv ing with them now, of course Ho was boarding at Miss Maggie Duff's. Miss Flora was living In the tamo little rented cottage she had occupied for many years She said tint she should move, of course, when she got throueh her mourning, but until then she thought It more suitable for her to stay where she was. She had what she wanted to eat, now, how eter, and she did not do dressmaking anv longer. She still did her own housework. In spite of Harriet Blalsdell's Insistence that she get a maid. She said that thero was plentv of time for all those things when she had finished her mourning. She went out very little, though she did go to the housewarmlng at her brother James's being a relative , so. she elded that no criticism could be made It seemed as If all Illllerton went to that housewarmlng. Those who were not especially Invited to attend went as for as the street or the gate, and looked on enviously. Mrs. Hattle had been very generous with her Invitations, how ever. She said that she had asked every body who ever pretended to go any where She told Maggie Duff that, of course after this, she should be more exclusive very exclusive. In fact ; but that this time Jim wanted to ask every body, and she didn't mind so much she was really rather glad to have all these people see the house, and all they certainly never would have the chance again. (TO BE CONTINUED MONDAY) Great demand for the EVENING rCBMO LEDfiEK maj cause yon to mlM an Installment of this very interextlng atory. You had better, therefore, telephone or write to the Circulation Department or ask your newsdealer this afternoon to leave the EVKNING PUBLIC LEnnKR at your borne. Time to Resign A retired army officer tells of an army examiner who had before him a tery dull candidate. The man proving, ap parently, unable to make responso to the most simple questions, the examiner finally grew Impatient and, quite sar castically, put this question: "Let It be supposed that you are a captain In command of Infantry, In your rear Is an Impassable abyss. On both sides of you there rise perpendicu lar rocks of tremendous height. In front of you lies the enemy, outnumbering jou ten to one. What, sir. In such an emergency, would you do?" "I think, sir," said the aspirant for military distinction, "I would resign Harper's Monthly. i Very Likely A Socialist was talking at the Colony Club about girls' schools "Ultrafashlonable girls' schools I don't like," she said "They educate a girl in eterytnlng but an education. Two nousemaius were taming once about their mistress' daughter, who had Just returned from one of these ultra fashionable schools. " 'What'a the new course MIbs Marie Is taking?" the first maid asked. " I think,' said the second maid 'I think the name of It's cosmetics." " St Louis Globe Democrat, THE DAIL Y LUCILLE'S fly Helen W. i - UCILLE, it's time youtflnlshed that J-J sweater fot Jack Wlnthrop j you've been working cm It fully thrco months, and Jack goes to France within two weeks," Mrs. Whitney addressed h'er pretty but slightly spoiled daughter, who was comfortably settled In a couch hammock, with a book and a box of chocolates. "Well, mother, I'm glad you are so cry enthusiastic over Jack Wlnthrop. For my part, 1 am not In the least In terested In an old cousin of ycrurs who Is such a distant relatlvo that you couldn't trace the connection with a six foot pole. I do not Intend to finish that sweater, so there!" . Whereupon Lucille arose from her seat and, with a declslte nod of her fluffy brown head, accompanied by a flash of her big brown eyes, she bounced down the steps toward the street, "What shall I do with that child?" thought her mother as she watched the attractlte girlish figure disappear down the street. "She has had her own way set loflR that she Is, becoming quite stub born. "I suppose I ought to hate told her that Jack Is coming for a brief visit before going 'across,' but she seems so disinterested In him that It would only make matters worse to tell hir. He Is such a fine-looking chap, too. I'll bet she changes her mind when she sees him " While Lucllle's mother was turning matters over In her mind, Lucille was likewise turning a few over In hers. Must Imagine! Why, I've neter seen the fellow in my life Why is It that mother thinks I should care anything about him? Likely as not he's as home ly ns a hedge fence. If cnly he My! What a fine-looking soldier!" Lucille almost exclaimed nloud as a tall, nicely built oincer swung Into view. "Gracious! I hope I look nW right. I'd like to make a good Impression. As he drew nearer she remarked under her breath. "If Jack Wlnthrop looks anything like him. I'll finish that sweater In a Jiffy 1 wonder if Heat ens! she thought "Is ho talking to mo? Why eryes This Is Smlthfleld avenue," she stammered to his question. . . "Could you tell mo where Mrs. Robert Whltnev Utes?" the handsome soldier asked, tipping his hat. "I bel eve the number is 250. I'm Jack - nthrop. and whv. what Is the trouble? "Jack Wlnthrop!" Lucille fairly screamed "Well. Isn't this the fun niest? I'm Lucille Whitney, and I'm real glad to sec you." she said extend ing her hand 'Come right home, mother will be delighted to see you. ou came rather unexpected, dldn t you. "No, indcid," he answered, smiling, "I'm sure tour mother expected me for I wrote her a leiter saying that I was coming. I'm going. across In two w eeks so I thought maybe s-he'd like to say ".., i". . .n vnu know she Is my nearest frelatltc. since mother died, he added, with a catch In his tolce. Guilty thoughts of an unfinished sweater flaslud through Lucille s mind as sho studied Jack's boyish fea"" and tried to Imagine the long. lonel nights he had spent In camp without a mother's cheerful and loving letters of encouragement "To be perfectly frank," Lucille be gan "I'te neter been tery anxious to find' out much about you. Mother often mentioned your name, but I had no Idea as to what you looked like. I must say ou present a tery striking appearance in your uniform," "And I must say," Jack answered, laughingly, "thail have a very amusing, as well as pleasing little cousin. Ah, here we are : your mother Is coming out to meet us." DREAMLAND ADVENTURES" By DADDY "THE WILD INDIANS" A complete new adventure each week, oeoinnlng Monday and ending Saturday. CHAPTER VI The Chance to Fight Weaov is warned by Billy Belgium that Indians are aliout to attack the 7il camp in which she is staying. Billy is captured by the Indians, but with the help of Peggy and Lonesome Bear escapes. The In dians think Lonesome Bear is the Spirit of the Hills.) PEGGY couldn't understand the great human voice that had seemingly come from Lonesome Bear's mouth. Neither could she understand why the bullet from Much Hair's gun had not harmed him Billy Belgium didn't let her wonder long. He softly called to her to come to him In his hiding place above the rock, where Lonesome Bear stood. In his hand was the megaphone. That ex plained the great tolce of the Spirit ol tho Hills. "Aren't you afraid thev'Il shoot Lone some Bear?" whispered Peggy. "They can't shoot without bullets," he replied with a subdued giggle. "I left them powder In their cartridges, but no bullets. That was fine work with your air rifle. Quick ! There's another Indian going to shoot. A reckless young brate had raised his gun. taking careful aim at Lonesome Bear. Peggy had her air gun ready. The Indian fired, and Lonesome Bear, open ing his mouth in a broad grin, pretended to catch the bullet with his teeth and to throw It .back with his paw, "Ping!" went Peggy's1 air rifle, and "Wow!" yelled the satage, as the shot caught him In the stomach. "Evil for etll'" boomed Billy's voice through the megaphone, and the Indians cowered back still further. "The Spirit of the Hills Is angry with the Red Men," sounded the fearful voice. "Why do ye evil now, after many years of peace? Answer, Chief Many Cows, why have you left your milk cans and your bottles?" Chief Many Cows was astonished to hear his name called and hesitated In his answer. "In the Indian blood there Is a long ing for the wild life. For many months it has slept. Now It has called me from my cans and my bottles." Peggy was nmazed. This really wah Fred Snow, the milkman. "You speak foolishly!" boomed the -";',,?"" NOVELETTE COUSIN Herrick Mrs. Whitney, of course, was rather surprised, and all the necessary explana tions for both sides were speedily given. Jack finally agreed to spend the remain ing two weeks before sailing at the Whitney home, and the two "distant" cousins soon became very much Inter ested In one another. Mrs. Whitney was Inclined to believe that there was something more than mere; friendship In their attentions to each other, and Mrs. Whitney proved herself n good uesser. One day, after the visit came to an end and Jack had bidden good-by to Lu cille and her mother, Mrs. Whitney caught Lucille unawares diligently knit ting on a dark-colored object. "Why, Lucy, dear," she said, when she recognized the unfinished sweater, "whatever possessed you to .finish that sweater?" "Well, mother," sho answered, looking up shyly, "my views toward Jack have changed considerably In the last two weeks, and, oh, mother, you know how It is I I love Jack and Jack says I'm the only girl In the world for him, so when the war Is over we're going to get married." And she proudly held out her left hand with a diamond solitaire glittering en her third finger. "I thought she d change her mind when she saw him, Mrs. Whitney murmured as she embraced her daughter. Monday's Complete Novelette " SEASICK." Who Can Tell? Who can tell the working of chlldicn's minds, or how, all unwittingly, we may make ourselves appear unjust lit our dealings toward them? This was brought home to Mr. Heewlt the other day as he took his young hope ful, aged six, for a-constitutional. The joungster was evidently thinking hard, for he was silent which was unusual. "Daddv," he said, looking up sud denly. "I think I want to get mar ried 1" "Do you, my son? And who to, may I ask?" answered the proud parent, look ing at him. "I want to marry granny." "Do you. Indeed? And do you think I would let you marry my mother eh?" "Well, whv shouldn't 1?" retorted the tender logician. "You married mine, didn't you 1" Saturday Journal. No Consideration '"Enery," observed Bill 'Awklns, "i 'car as yer got a Job " "Yes, answered the sad 'Enery, "I 'ave got a job." "Yer don't appear very 'appy about W, do yer?" asked Bill. "Ain't yer fore man a decent cove, then?" "Oh ! 'E's n mean, low-minded feller !" cried the outraged 'Enery. "'E's a dirty dorg, 'e Is. Got 'Un-llke notions ns 'ow gents like me should be treated. F'rinstancc, would yer believe It, 'e actually took the legs off the wheel barrers so ns a cove can't sit down an' rest? Oh, 'e's a mean dorg!" Ideas. Marry, Forsooth The following Is ascribed to Sen ator Sorghum: "Down In my State there Is quite a character, who Is known far and wide as a woman hater. One day some of the men In the office thought they would have some fun with the old man, and consequently they asked him why he had never married. . "'Marry!' the old fellow said. 'Bah! All these women talk about nowadays Is either bridge or Bridget.' " St. Louis Globe Star. ' "Wow;" yelled the savage Spirit of the Hills. "In all men. white as well as red, there Is a longing) for the wild life. That Is why the Pale Faces are now camping In my hills. U Is right that once In a while you should heed this call of the blood. It will do you good to break away from citlllzed life, to camp In the woods, to run free, to hunt, to fish, to roam the hills but It Is not' right that you should turn savages again. Would you go back to the old days of hunger, of freezing In cold teepees, of riding ponies Instead of tn automobiles?" "The Spirit of the Hills speaks wisely," cried Chief Many Cows. "We had not looked at It that way before. We can have just as much fun on a vacation ftollc as we can killing Pale Faces. Ana then when tve get tired of running wild and want to get back-to civilization we " t ,. rA The Tritimph He drew his war-sword from the wall, Sloughing Its scabbard with a clang. And In the great assembly hall His angry voice In thunder rang. "The world shall rue my wrath," said he, "When thousands In Its blasting fall, And lands shall desolated be !" The world re-echoed with his tread : The kind earth slyly hides his dead. A greater war-lord, Death, goes by, And sportive field-things leap and The gentle songsters trill, and die : The glad beasts sport, and turn to dust. Yot are there birds In ev'ry tree. And sportive field-things leapp and fly; Triumphant life all rqund I see. Although a million lltes are fled, The kind earth softly hides Its dead. Death at the warlord, when they meet, Will grin his ghastly, high disdain ; "Oh, fool who did my will, how fleet Pass traces of your anger vain I For where your hand made waste, the spring With Joyous wealth has come again While you are but a worm-ripe thing." And when the words of Death nre said, The earth will hide the outcast dead. Sydney Bulletin. In a Hurry The excited person hailed a taxi. "Drive me to Charing Cross Station," he said breathlessly. He was taken to Charing Cross Sta tion. "What time does the' train for Mud boro leave?" he asked a porter. "You're at the wrong station," said the porter stolidly; "you should go to Waterloo." The man In a hurry rushed out of the station and hailed another taxi. "Waterloo !" he screamed, "and drive like !" The taxi driver eyed his fare quietly. "The station, sir?" he asked. The excited bloke stood speechlera for a second, then he yelled: "The station ! The station ! you fool! What do you think I want to go to the station for? No, the battle field !" Ideas. Willing lo Oblige "Miss," said the guard severely, "If you are going by this train you mu' get In at once." "Oh !" gasped the dear young thing, who had been chatting with another damsel eter since the train arrived, "do let me have a minute more ; I must kiss my sister." "Get In, miss, get In," said the guard obligingly, "I'll attend to that for you." Ideas. will still have our customers left Instead of only their useless scalps." "Scalps! We want scalps I" shouted me juuhk inaians siuuuormy. "Are you Huns that you should tvaht to tear the hair from human victims." thundered the Spirit of the Hills. "Don't any one dare to call us Huns; we are Americans, and we want to nsm, repuea me Indians. "Then there is a place for you to fight with the American soldiers against the Germans!" "Whoo-oop! I neter thought of that! I'll enlist tomonow!" elled Much Hair. "Whoo-oop ! We will enlist tomor row!" yelled the other joung Indians. "Good to them that work good! Fvl to them that work evil!" thundered the Spirit of the Hills. "Call In your scouts, Chief Many Cows, and go home In peace." "Whoo-pee ! Whoo-pee ! Whoo-pee !" cried Chief Many Cows. "Whoo-pee !" came back an answer from the forest. "Whoo-pee !" came a cry from farther away. "Whoo-pee !" It came still further as the call was passed along. Apparently the hills had bum covered by scouts. "Whoo-pee," cried one from the top of the basin, opposite where Peggy and Billy were hidden. "What's the mat ter?" "Come on In. We're going home and enlist to fight the Germans." "That hits me right," answered the scout In up-to-date American slang. "I'm nearly eaten up by mosquitoes, and I want my clothes on when I go ou the warpath again." "The warnath you'll so on Is the ble warpath." solemnly spoke the Spirit of the Hills. "It is the warpath for the right, for the liberties of all people at all times. Good to those who work rood. Evil lb those who work etll!" The glow lighting up Lonesome Bear flickered out. ana ne aisappearea in me darkness, Peggy felt Billy Belgium dragging her along up the hills, and tn a minute she was safely back in camp. From a distance came a shout. But the shout was a good American cheer, not the whoop nf a savage. The Indians were on the Tight warpath this time. Sat isfied and unafraid, Peggy tumbled Into her cot, and In an Instant was fast asleep. (TJie next adventure of Peggy takes her on a patriotic mission, re cruiting feathered fighters for Uncle Sam.) v-i-lyY" i . v1 " n'W, OW4tM5-fRO!Vr A DIRE THREAT ZZ London Opinion. Policeman (to troublesome fe male, Look 'ere, missus, If ye can't behave yerself, I'll go and get your meat wrapped up and bring It out to you and I won't let you stand In tho queue at all! Roses Roses again ! Nay, I am done with roses I gave tho dead my roses "v The dead who cherished me. (I see them flaunting, splendid) The life he knew Is ended, He lies there, unbefrlended, And can not hear or see, Roses again! Nay, I am done with roses I gave my love my roses My love, and where Is he? (I see them crimson, burning) The h'eart outlives its yearning. He who Is not returning Has left me bond nor free. Roses again! Nay, I am done with roses I gave a child my roses v A child that might not be, (I see them lovely, gleaming) I held him but In seeming. And when I woke from dreaming, I lost him utterly. Ethel M, Kelly In Harper's "Scotland Forever!" A few months ago a noble lord, whose finances were usually In a state which some folk describe as "shaky." had oc casion to tlslt a small town In Krnt- I land. Of course, his lordship out up a,t ine Desi notei, and proceeded to regale himself In lordly fashion, regardless of expense. Pi epai atory to the end of his visit tho scion of nobility had an Inter view with the proprietor, which resulted In that worthy accepting his lordship's check, which, however, was dated some six months ahead, the canny Scot having allowed a wide margin of profit as in-te-cst, A fortnight later the amazed noble man was quietly handed the selfsame check by the factor of his estate In pay ment of the sale of some cattle belong ing to his lordship. The artful hotel pro piletor, having a brother In England In the cattle-dealing line, and being rather dubious about the nobleman's ability to meet hl3 liabilities, had sent the check to his relative with the Injunction to obtain Its valut from the estate. The factor, knowing the dealer, and being In timately acquainted with his master's signature, n'lowed the matter to passi, especially ns tne nobleman was then away from hoir.p. "Well." said 1,1s lordship, after his wrath had simmered down somewhat, "If you get over a Scot there's only one more to tackle, and two Scotsmen can beat him any time." Tlt-BUs. 7 Not What She Meant There Isn't much rood about these days. On the other hand, there aren't many cooks to cook what lllttle there Is. The really good cook can now com mand the salary of the wlnder-up of a German business. Poor , Mrs. Plantageret-Bungs had the greatest difficulty In securing a handmaid, and even when she did secure one she seldom kept her more than a week, although she treated each one with more than kindness. Other women, who were not so con siderate, managed to keep their treas ures, and this led Mrs. P.-B. to un burden herself to her eighth cook In six weeks. "Really, Molly, It neems to me that the best cooks get the worst mistresses, and the worst mistresses the best cooks !' "Ah, gwan, jiow, mum," said Molly, with a smile and a blush "gwan with your blarney and softsoap'!" Cutting. A Tommy at the front who has oc casion to send postcards to a certain small town where there Is a postmistress writes this, legend on the top of the card: "Please forward after perusal," Pear son's Weekly. ; --)t. "-' , - VX '4r ' m aw a- Five o'Clock In the old times of golden-gowned Ro mance, When deeds wore grace, and color clung to speech. When days were rich In splendid circum stance, And living had a gesture and a reach Then had we been what figures In a tale! You, with yphr crown of bronze and cloudy ha,!r, Child of what castle till my dinted mall Gleamed on your drawbridge, and you met me there. Who knows what roads we might have gone together. Helped by what friars to evening crust and ale, With candles sputtering In the windy weather. . , Something ... my soul remembers . . . and gives hall To you who sit there, pouring out my tea, Something . . . remembers . . . "Yi ah, thank you three." David Morton In the Minneapolis Bellman. How He Knew A certain country school teacher. In endeavoring to explain to his class what compressed alr wa8i brousht hJs b tneOwaU.r00m a"d lea"ed " UD aBalnat "Now," ho remarked, "under the outer "yering of that back wheel there is a hidden force. What Is It?" ;;injy rubbery said one smart youth. -o; try again." Tho boy tried" again, as did nearly success f ,h CIa8S bUt wlt,hou' Jht,"T,fth ;n.e f the youngsters, .who ?h- i t mMng a cIose '""Potion of ?hp'I'mt tUrned n the teach- "! a beaming face. I have It!" he exclaimed. Just wind!" "It's wind After commencing the youngster, the 2" ?8ked how he discovered the hidden force." "Why." was the astounding reply, I to just stuck my knife in to see!" Answers ' , The Comfy Song Baby sings himself to sleep; Sings himself to sleep, and then. As the shadows backward creep, Sings himself awake again. Off and on the whole day long Baby sings his comfy song. Simple -Is the song he sings; Vuf' a'th0UBh 'tls ""king tune. Soughing breeze In violin strings Murmuring Is baby's croon. Off and on the whole day long Baby sings his comfy song. Who wants operas and slch? For 'em tve don't care a rap. We've an orchestra that's rich ; We have melodies on tap . We could listen all day long To the baby's comfy song. G. A. Tommy Knew . d.allP!. Went the I,d ot th roll-top desk at half-past two, and the hard working man of affairs reached joyously for his hat and coat. , "Tommy," he said to his staring of." 1 J1?,.."1 hSVe ImPant matters to ?f? fc 3 afternon. and may be de- . Ulnto several hours. If any one should tM,Ple,?e' 8l the b,s boxl"B bout for this afternoon has been put off," said Tommy. "There won't be any fight To' ""'.I"16 ab0Ut tne b's nght. Tommy!" repe(j hs emp,oyer stern, However, my business Is such that it can w'alt until another day. That will be all. You can go td- lunch", and tele phone Mr. Brown that I'll be In." An swers. Just Vliat to Do Commander Capsicum, who looked" after the submarine defenses at little WInklevllIe, had spent the morning In structing the minesweeper's crew In their duties. "-Vow. you see," he said, fingering his models, "you ram a sub like this. Do ' you want to ask me any questions'?" "Please, sir," piped some son of a sea cook, "what shall I do if I see a sub marine)?" The Instructor gazed at the man with sparks, coming out of his eyes, and the rest of the class thought out aU the hor rible stories of the punishments Nero In flicted on those who crossed him. ' "Do !" roared Capuslcum, when he ' found his voice, "do, man, do! Why fol low the thing tomo and take its name and address !" Pearson's Weekly. Not Likely Benjamin Birdie, the famous lockev. was taken suddenly III, and the trainer advised him to visit a doctor "n the town. "He'll put you right In a Jiffy," ne said. The same evening he found Benjamin lying curled up In the stables, kicking his legs about; In agony. "Hello-, Benny ! Haven't you been to the doctor?" "Yes I" 1 "Well, didn't he do you any good?" "I didn't go In. When I got to his ! house there was a brass plate on his. door 'Doctor Kurem. Ten to one" and, I wasn't going to monkey with a lone shot like that !" Answers. How He Killed the Dragon Nobody ever mentions It since thejr have come Into money, but there wer scoffing spirits in the village who had been known to aver that at one tlm' that had been bo, young Wellerby luu j managea very successfully to pamsn, mn memory of thoue days from hls mind. There was a reception at Wellerby Hal one day recently, and the young heir to the broad domain was observed to be ostentatiously showing off the family) seal. It represented St. George and, tho dragon, "One of my ancestors, you know," ha observed, pompouely, "Is said to hay killed the dragon." "Good gracious I" said a scoffer, near by. "How did he manage It? Did he-i er did he run over, it?" Tlt-Blts. 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