WRMlil -ay flJTWPiffn, m EVENING PUBLIC LKIGEliPHlLM3EHLl, MOnIaY, WBB&OJLRY : 10, V i&r.- lil ' i f & t& ifv . u K tr-y h'xL li 1 V jrvvf r V -La THE STORY THUS TAB III Malna-Canadlan harder, on 111 f mantera. known M the 115 Vatal Baanllra kHn on Inn and atlealUr brcaka the liquor ! nortaDle ono eoonlrr. to the mnntrr to h etoer. ma bdnc In both. KTonnllnt, Ml in Doin. lr, Moraiea in ranvenu returns o vnaipeHmlljr, and tnt rrtum iro" Mck to hath. She dlnapprorea of or'o bnalntaai ah dUatmroTca of.nrr id tht rrtum iiro laa'a chalco of . huaband for nf r. Bal, it snnmtr, nna aronr sneer br ahowlns lntret In Id In nn affart to arrwt Mine of drlTtro monllnc aheep acrot the CHAPTER IV (Continued) TTETAti stepped back, his face hard- enlng. "Telt that to a fool not to me," itemed Hot. "It's that Yankee jfat'a- what alls you. Tou pot your byes on him when he was sneaking fid spying around St. Basil. You've been thinking; of him while I've been Waiting; for you waiting; for you to fcome and keep the promise that our families struck hands on. I've waited like an honest man. I could have had the best between the Temlscouata knd the St. Croix. And you're loving pome one else. I tell you I can talk lo you, even It your father doesn't jnow how to do It." Ho should have taken warning from her face. It was not the face of one who would deign to appeal or deny. She was now another being. She had come from her door pale, grave, wist fully grieving. N'ow she was suddenly on lire lithe, tense, cheeks flaming, eyes blazing. She bent and twisted her arms from his rude clutch with a. movement so sudden that she freed herself before his fingers could take fresh hold on her. She struck him once across tho faco with all her sstrength. Sho did not retreat. Sho ood before him so fearlessly furious, so desperate in her rage, that ho ftuaiiea. jrTho coward in him recognized some- j thing that thrust mm oaci:. no migrn. havo fought mere brute strength, jirlnk had made him dizzy and reck less. But tho soul of this slight girl mastered him. J. The bold spirit of the Acadian tiloneers glowed in her. I Even Vetal sullenly admired licr hery courage, though rancor, because ,6f her contemptuous obstinacy, swelled within his breast and revealed Itself through his mutterlngs. There was ho misunderstanding tho girl's mood at that moment. She proposed to dic tate her terms. "I will never marry this man, father." "You havo make this trouble your self," insisted Vetal. "If you have act better toward him he would have take you and lovo you very much and make tho nice home for you." "Mako a home for me because I Have no home of my own, you mean! Where is my home, father?" "This where I live," he said, dog- fedly. "Have you thought over what I said last night?" '' "I sat here all the night and do not sleep because I think of It and Tr-tell you what I think," ho shouted. pricked by tho presence of Rol at this scene of rebellion to authority, stung by thoughts of what tho gossip of tho border country-side would be If his own daughter were to rule his affairs. "I think I keep on and run my busi ness like I have run it when I have work hard to make it easy for you." "111 take not another cent of this sort of money." She flung a gesture which embraced tho loaded truck. "I begged of you on my knees last night. father. I tried to talk to you as a loving daughter should talk. I want you to be a good man." "Meaning that priests and customs hounds are the only decent people In tho world, I suppose," sneered Kol. But she kept her faco turned reso lutely from the man. "I will be your obedient and tiue daughter I will work, father, so that you and I may eat honest bread. But tills home this cheating of the laws this business which takes v ?" Mr mi l fift tj money for poison I'll not endure. I will" not stay here." "You say, then, Ilka you say last night, that I must break my bottles, throw away my good business, and give my dollars to loafers of priests?" "I say you must be an honest man." "You have your chance to marry and havo a nice home; you have your rhance to be the rich daughter of Vetal Beaulieu. You must tako one ft or the other. I don't let my girl make , the fool of me among all the people," . -i father." He scowled at her. "I shall go away and earn my own v living and wait until you become , , -.what a good Acadian ought to be." He did not rave at her any more. His passion had exhausted Itself. His mood was that of stubborn anger now.. That secret fear of her made him re ject the Idea of- holding her against y -r wiii. '.j "I am going away, father." , He tossed his hand at the door. She , 'ofMed at htm a few moments, but his v JwreVWea did not soften under their fetfted brows. She went away into Mr room. BiOEs". "IM her strike out,' advised Kol. K' won't get very far or stay very -"' kar. And when she has had her les- 'iaiai shall flomA horn and 1m ana1hl -ff r -. O-.""', vvw, Bm. .M -.Om few belongings she had brought 1ram St. Basil, tied her hat over her fcu-k curls, ana camo back Into the Mr room where her father and Rot . wUU waited la surly silence. 1-aoodby, father," sho said, with dig- "J. shalt pray to the Good Mother you," "Xwi havo in your pocket, mebbe, of that black and dirty money rv made here, working hard for ; n this room," he suggested. "Per- you better not take that away ' hore. It's the very bad money." flushed. In her distress that a' cruel, a childish revenge. itk) afcrtwd M Aeadlan bad a I ) L,4iV reason outsldo of tho desire to humlll ato her. It had suddenly occurred to him that a penniless girl would not bo ablo to go far in the world. The suggestion of Itol was bearing fruit. After her losson sho would be an Acadian daughter, meek and obedient. Sho produced a few coins from a purse and, turning modestly from them, a tiny chamois bag from Us hiding placo in her breast. "It's what I havo saved from my allowance," sho explained, her voice steady. "I changed the money into gold pieces and saved them." Sho laid them and tho silver coins in his out stretched hands. "It's the wicked money I suppose your fine, high friends toll you about , the wicked muue.v of your poor old father," he sneered. : "I want to remember that I said good-by to you in sorrow, not anger," sho replied. "It is right I should not carry away your money If I am going In disobedience, as you think." She went out of tho big door and walked away down tho Jlonarda road and did not turn her head to look back to Beaulleu's Place. "Give a filly her head if jou want to know where her hankerings will take her," said Kol, coming back from tho door. Ho watched the girl out of sight. "She has headed straight into Yankeeland." His face worked with his Jealous passion. Damn it, I'm not so suro that we ought to let her go, Vetal." "It's not much of a wife she make for you tho way she feel now not much of a daughter she make for me," returned the stubborn master of Beau lleu's Place. "If tho woman stand and rule, then the man must lie and roll. That has for long time been the wise say In Acadia. She will come back pretty soon mebbe this night she will come back, for she's only a girl." Thus out of his Ignor ance of woman's deep nature did ho fatuously comfort his misgivings. "You might go along far behind and watch her." he suggested to Rol. "I'm talcing no chance across that line Just yet awhile not even to fol low Evangeline Beaulieu," snapped the smuggler, promptly. "When the boys drift back this way, tell 'em to meet me over east I'll feel safer with ten miles betwen mo and the boundary." He hurried out, mounted his horse and clattered away. "If my girl would only think so good of htm as ha think of himself," said Vetal Beaulieu aloud, listening to the flying hoofs, "it would make a fine marriage. But she don't pat his faco like sho think much good of Dave KoL" . t vm Tli I II TffiT WIW OTrMtfl ilHTTi' II A. JfflrT 4k lay. Wkt&JSS iVtlBHnnMC "SOMEBODY'S STENOG" Quite Right Ten Minutes Is Ten Minutes! it. 'cXTl l allrightI, ll, . 1 x I Didn't Think Wc Fall' is RiGHJom! M? Birr Stvles is STrues! AFTer Bit ill VJILL BE C0l.r J ArrS6HT,r IMfClDrTEB. ? Vf??rP HOBBLE STrXE ASAIW-'P15 WA BITTWCE -,XlSTEADgF HOPPIM' UKe A ToAD! Office!' Q (m- ?' dr zrk$ the tiffi (fPw) MuluTe liT By HOLMAN DAY A Romance of the Border It was) cry ttlll. Tho sun wn hot and high. Sleepy drono of Insects had replaced tho songs of tho birds. Tho stupor ot somnolence descended on Vetal. Ho stretched himself across his broad door In tho sunshlno and snored, his head on his breast. Ho did not want to loso a customer. Ho know that no ono could enter without wak ing him. Faring along the Monarda turnpike, now In tho flaro of tho high sun, now treading tho chcckcrlngs of shado and light under tho waysldo trees, trudged the Evangeline of a newer Acadia, self -expatriated. Vetal Beaulieu would not havo slept so soundly if ho had understood Mi iJdi n wLairiPiurxii'iT- '"jmldil niiioiririMai sUMbsskm I'll USnJ' il""HBaMii?3tei5fifcl!i She answered liim in the patois of the Larder women better and tho resoluteness of ' But the horse had seen a girl who one woman in particular. CHAPTER V Woiih the World With liilledeaii AXAXAGOKAS BILM3DEAU came . fiddling through the drowsy noon. Ills pudgy llttlo horso slouched along sleepily. Tho dished wheels of the dusty buckboard wabbled and revolved at about tho rate of speed observed by the second hand of a respectable clock. Anaxagoras Bllledeau sat on the buckboard's seat, his short legs cross ed, his body doubled forward and he was fiddling industriously. The reins were looe on the dash board. Tho horso plodded with 'wag ging cars, needing no driver. It was tho fond belief of old "Rosum-the-bow" such was BUledeau's nickname along the border that his horse so loved tho flddlo's strains that the music made roads smooth and hills easy. So now, when the sun beat upon, old Normandy; Its forms of speech the white clay etretches, Anaxagoras have persisted from tho times of the fiddled for the wagging ears of the forefathers, even as the strains of Jer patient beast the shaggy little horse sey cows and Norman horses have who drew this Addling rover up and persisted In Acadia. down the broad valley of tho St. John. No ono along the border there - abouts who did not know Bllledeau! Ho was very much of a public char acter In tho Acadian country the wandering minstrel of the plain folks of the sloping valley fields and tho hedging forest's clearings. Thero Is a song of many stanzas ex tant along the border, and it cele brates tho fame of Fiddler Bllledeau. The first verse goes: If you've been on Madawaska, I guess perhaps you know Old Rogum-the-bow that's Bllledeau. He's a short, fat, wide man way out so! un yes, mais uun uih xuueueau. He fiddles for his living, and ho plays , B0 yerX nice' , ,., , He p ays so long's you like htm for a very little price Author of "King Spruce," "The Ram fodders? "The Shipper and the Shipped," etc. For a supper and a bottle ot that jcvlilte Ho pUys'Tr'lcltchen dances on tho North St. John. "osum'ohnthebow, Wo like a lot of music, oh, M'ser Blllc- Ho.ehV'hoI tr.clp?r hSc,l and toe" , , You shall flddlo for my wedding, good M'ser Bllledeau I This was tho Anoxagoras Bllledeau who camo fiddling through tho drowsy noon. His oyes wero closed, and hasto mattered not to him. For, wherever thero was a roof on tho border he knew that shelter waited for him shelter food and a bed, and batting for his llttlo horse. Tho horso stopped, and Bllledeau did not open his eyes. Thero was no hurry. rose from beneath a roadsldo treo and came so close to tho side of tho high way ,thaf even a sleepy horse could understand that bho had business to transact with tho fiddler. So tho horse ,,., . , , , ... "altea. And when tho girl spoko An- nwrM openea Ills e'cs Ho did not know tho girl. But as I ono who had viewed all the border beauties over the bridge of his fiddle for many a year, and therefore pos sessed Judgment In tho matter o charms, he realized in his heart that this girl was entitled to reign queen over the fairest of thn nthora Her dresq waq lilnrfc Imr liil,- .. it necessary to come many tunes, ana ner uress was mack, her hair wasver. unexpectedly. too. And th$n Anita dark, and between glowed a. faco i realized the far-reaching effects of new whoso eyes wero anxiously, eagerly alight, whose lips wero red and parted, appealing!-, whose eyes wero twin prayers to which a saint would in cline. "Bo- Jour, Slam'selle," cried Anaxa- goras, diagglng off his dusty hat, She answered him in the patois of the border the arjhalo dialect of .., m -.,,, -,.,. . 1 Bllledeau. I have seen you in the ; north country at St. Basil." I .1. . . .. .. Ah, I am tho very well-known man, Mam'selle." He patted his fiddle and tucked it under tho buckboard's seat ,. , , .. . , "Those who have the Jolly feet remem - ber mo. You have danced, eh, when my fiddle played tho good plon-plon?" "I havo not danced, M'ser, for I havo been In the convent school ever since I was a very llttlo girl." "Then the young men havo been very sad all theso years," he declared, with a flourish of old-time gallantry. "You are a Beaulieu, eh? A Beaulieu i , i,i a fyooniln., ,i. I of Ste. Agathe? A Beaulieu ot tho Cote portage, or" 11T ' .. ,, t..oii'. .1.1 ... I am Vetal Beaulieu s girl," sho confessed, bravely, though her lips quivered. "Vetal Beaulieu of the bor der storo." , ........ WVo. u I ' softly. He Jerked his head with side- ways gesture 1 "r "o tho girl of Vetal of tho Monnrda Pike?" "Yes, M'ser Bllledeau. I must tell you a sorrowful truth, for I have a 'great favor to ask of you. I am go- ,nff aWfty from homo. I am going to . .,, , carn mY owl living. I could 'not I stay w"h ny father. There has been sad troublo between us." (CONTINUED TOMOBROW) THE DAILY NOVELETTE SHAMS lly Louise Hoffman I mTTHAT In tho world do you want I VV with those pillow shams?" laughed Anita. ! "I thought as long as the house was undergoing such a radical change for I Mllllcent's coming, I'd get these out for I tho spare room," replied Mrs. Brown, I is her head emerged from tho muffled depths of a' huge cedar chest. "Why, mother I" exclaimed the daugh ter, In evident distress. "You don't seri ously think of using these shams? They have gone out of style, ages ago." Mrs. Brown thoughtfully brushed a stray lock of slightly gray hair from her forehead. "They are no more out of place than tho rest of the shams you are preparing for Mllllcent," she quiet ly returned. Anita winced. "Ughl Sham Is such an ugly word, mother. "But," she de- fended nftr n. Tnnmpnt'n rflr!nn. tnese changes are really improvements , ""W. caan;t0sticklp,ermanently to such I changes as Annie's uniform, cad and ' workn,andanot aSfrlor maUAnd? "l" ttiougli Bho will try hard, for your sake, , to do her best. It Is a difficult role for hlr tfl nlav nnrt n llttlA fnliTAfflllna.a nn I ner part mav cause you somo embar- . rassment. People like Mllllcent read- I lly see through these little pretenses. You forget Mllllcent is coming to visit you and share the personality of our home." Anita frowned. "Why, mother. I thought you said It was right and proper to always nut your hest foot forward." Mrs. Brown smiled. "You are going to the extreme, dear. You are only Justified In trying to make a slncero im pression. You are planning to change our home and utnndnrd of living try such an extent that if Mllllcent should lslt us unexpectedly she would not know us. And, you know, we never know when to expect friends. And wouldn't It be better to have them find us as we arc and save ourselves needless embarrass, ment? For. nfter all, It Is not what we have, but what we are, .that counts. And we never know what far-reaching effects new friends will havo In our lives." "Perhaps ycu are right." unwillingly admitted Anita. "Anything ele?" "The menu," promptly replied Mrs. Brown. "We must keep to our simple, wholesome dinners meat, vegetables and dessert. The formal many-course dinners of soups, salad, entrees, etc., are correct in Mllllcent's home, where they employ a staff of servants and money is no object. Simpler meals will give me more time to get acquainted with Mllllcent," she finished wistfully. It wan hard for Anita to relinquish her cherished plans to create an at mosphere ot stylo and easy hospitality away beyond their means. But she finally triumphed over her loe for display. Anita and Mllllcent had met .it a girls' finishing school and, although Anita had confided that a wealthy aunt was paying her expense, she failed to see how Inconsistent her home life would appear to Mllllcent until her mother showed her Its absurdity. A week later Mllllcent arrived. She w.is a sensitive, appreciative girl, In spite of the fact that she had known nothing but wealth since her birth. "What a lovely homel" she breathed Into Anita's surprised and delighted ears. "It Just Invites you to feel at home and talk, talk, talk. It's lovely," she added toward the close of her stay, "to have vour mother with us so much. Mother Is always so busy with social engagements. wo scarcely ever nave tlme for mtle heart-to-heart, chats like these. I've had a wonderful time." The day before Mllllcent's departure. she received telegram from her "Bob" Is on his way home from camp and was to meet me at me station here tomorrow and take me home," ex plained Mllllcent handing the telegram to Mrs. Brown. "But he missed his connections and Is stranded." "There Is an accommodation train at C:30," said Mrs. Brown. "Send him a message to F.-iend the night with us." Anil so handsome six-foot Bob came. During the ensuing summer he found frlpnrld In her life. "Mllllcent is to be my sister some day, mother," she murmured shyly as she displayed a sparkling solitaire. A year later, when happy Mrs. Bob was looking through the pockets of some of Bob's cast-off coats, she came across a little black leather diary. She and Bob had often laughed over each ntVior'a rilnrlafl. and she felt no corn- Ipunctlon in reading this "Met a brown-eyed beauty with teal curly hair. Dead tired." "Why. that was the very day Bob was stranded," she reflected. "Jan. 24, 19. "No Bhams about her. Fine old home. No fuss and feathers. Sensible mother. Guess It's love at first sight." ,luBiJISSs.SSSroU S TTSSfSt ' K"0! ZTt10, Uli.V. . .- "w ....n. have .lost good-natured, Indulgent Bob I through a Joollsh display for he had nfe She drew her breath sharply. It had nil turned out so w-onderfully. She . glanced around at her handsome home 1 wtth its luxurious furnishings, it rep. j resented the life she had craved as a i.It-1 "Hello, wlfey!" Anita Jumped. "Oh, Bob! I've Just been finding out what you thought or us." Bob laughed, then sighed as he glanced at tho tell-tale book. "I tell you. Kitten. It was no Joke. That day was a turning point in my life. I had about become disgusted with the shams of life. , And It was such a relief to find genuine people In a genuine homo that I all but kidnapped you, and I've been glad, glad ever slnce.' (The next complete Sudden Shower,") novelette "A DREAM LAND AD VENTURES-ByDaddy "THE BOY WHO HOWLED" (In this story Peppy and Bttlu so'vo a kidnapping mystery in which they find old friends involved.) CHAPTER I The Kidnapping QUnULti cries, coming from the house next door, halted Peggy and Billy In their evening play. "Help I Police I Send for a detective 1" shrieked various Voices. "What an awful row I The Boy Who Howls must be having a terrible tan trum I" exclaimed Peggy. "He ought to be spanked 1" declared Billy Belgium. Then he listened Intent ly to tho confusion. "But I don't hear his howl In all that noise. Something must bs really wrong this time." Just then a servant rushed from the house, nearly knocking over a police man who was running up to see what the racket was about, "Oh. Mr. Policeman, come quickly," cried the servant. "Reginald has been kidnapped." That news startled Peggy and Billy. Reginald Jones-Brown was the right name of the Boy Who Howls. But only his family called him Reginald. Every ono else knew him as the "Howler." ' They named htm that because Regl-1 nald was always howling over something or other. He howled when he had to I go to bed and he howled when he was i called In tho morning; ho howled when ho had to tak his talh and he howled If his hands were dlrtv ! ha lioivlo when nls molher serYl strawberry shortcake I when he wanted Ice cream and he I 1 Business A Story of WHEN Bruno Duke said thoso words, "Friend Peter, here's my sugges-1 tlon for you," I put down my cup of coffee and waited. "You know something of my work, don't you?" "In a general way, yes, Mr. Duke." "I'll mako It clear. I act aB sales or business counselor to any business man or corporation desiring my services. Tho only stipulation I mane Is that they possess moral business Ideals. "Some commissions are completed In THE MOTHER In tho days when love was youth ful, Babe of mine, And tho heart that laughed was truthful, Babe of mine, Long before I hid my grieving With a smile of fond deceiving, You told stories worth believing, Babe of mine. Wondrous tales.your eyes have told me, Babe of mine; Wordless tales to grip and hold me, Babe of mine. In the future's reek and xmother Battling for the right, no other Tale so sweet for me, your mother, Babe ot mine. Happiness knows stinted mea&uve, Babe of mine. Death came hunting for a treasure, Babe of mine. Death found you. I hugged you to me, But your eyes no longer knew me; And the world was sad and gloomy, Babe of mine. After years of grieving, praying, Babe of mine, Babes around my knees were play ing. Babe of mine. Thus my prayers wete answered clearly, For I loved tlifem, oh, so dearly jy Love like that for you or nearly, Babe of mine. Years have flown; and while I tar ried, v Babe of mine, All my babes grew up and married, Babe of mine. Thus the scythe of time has cleft me. Of my babies has bereft me. You're the only one that's left me. Babe of mine! 1 So while In my chair I'm, rocking, Babe of mine, Loving memories come flocking, Babe of mine. Loving tendernesses linking Earth to where the stars are .wink ing, For It is of you I'm thinking, Babe of mine! 'GRIF ALEXANDER.,- 5- Copyrlsht. 1010. by Public "He iloej, but he ia lost," answered Peggy . howled when the other children would not play with him and he howled when they did; he howled If his father smiled and he howled If his father frowned ; he howled In the day and he howled In the night. Altogether the neighborhood re garded hlm'as a howling pest. And now the Howler was kidnapped. "Qoodl" exclaimed Billy at first thought "The neighbors can sleep In peace tonight." "But think how badly his mother will feel," replied Peggy. "And how nwful toT tlls Pr Howler to be held by those kidnappers." "They'll let him go quick enough when he gets to howling 1" answered Billy. But even though he talked In that unsympathetic way about the Howl er, ho was prompt to give his help In , ' Career of Peter Flint Salesmanship by Harold Whitehead ' (Ceprrlsbt) a slnglo Interview. Others take months, Some need general advice; others need careful Investigation. Some are humor ous; others are tragedies. Some aro the result of Ignorance; others the out come of crime. "All of them are Intensely Interesting, and' no two are alike. It means a never ending variety of experience an cver changlng procession of pursuit and per sonalities. Somo cases are simple and trifling,' while others are complicated." I couldn't help breaking In, although I'd Intended to say nothing until he was through. "Mr. Duke, how can you know about every kind of business? For instance, one man may bo In the furniture business, the next a Bhlp own er, then a wool broker, then a grocer or an undertaker or a hotel proprietor. Isn't that so?" He nodded, smiling. "Aro you really able to know all the Ins and outs of a!j these mixed busi nesses?" "I'll put your mind at rest, friend Peter. Business Is governed by definite principles. It matters not what the par ticular business may be It may be any of those you've mentioned It Is con trolled by the same basic principles of business. Therefore, onco we master those principles, all we havo to do Is to use our Ingenuity and Imagination to see how they should bo applied to the particular business under considera tion. -Do you follow my meaning?" I did, ot course; I could see It as clear as anything, but I'd never thought ot It that way before. "My business, then. Is applying these principles of business to the particular business of my clients. Let mo add, friend Peter, for your comfort, that I nappen to own two very fjiceessrui """ nu 111s won: ana of my share in businesses in quite different llnes but ' ll but first I must make good. come, let us get back to you." What a satisfaction there Is In know-' I'd almost forgotten my problem In ' 'ng that In spite of all my stupid blun my interest In Duke's remarks. 1 derlng and pig-headed lirnorancn t i,.,.. "My business has grown most satis factorily In the last few years, and It has got to the place where I need an understudy. I need some one to be always with me, to bo. a confidential worker In all my cases and to' do such actual work as I require. "It Is the position I offer to you, friend Peter. Before' you say anything I'll tell you why I offered It to you. "You have imagination, good nature, an excellent selling sense, the ability to mix easily with other people. You are optlmlstlo and not afraid to work. You come from a splendid home where you have absorbed good moral Ideals. . "In addition to that your varied ex perience with Its mixture of failure and success has shown you have versatility. The actual experience ha3 naturally given you a worth-while fund of in formation. "Will you Join me In my work and be prepared to work hard, study much and learn to think a lot and say but little?" "Oh, Mr. Duke," was all I could gasp, "what a Jim-dandy Job !" "Then you would like to accept?" "I sure would, believe me, That's great" "Then, suppose you. arrange to start Vtantr Co. By HAYWARD spreading the alarm and helping to or ganlzo searching parties. All through the evening the neighbors and the detectives searched ior Reginald Jones-Brown. He could not bo found. He had vanished where, when, and how, no one knew. He had gone howl ing toward the alley In the morning, and that had been the last of him. "Maybe he howled on a Btrango fence and somebody threw a shoo at hlni, thinking him a howling cat," suggested Billy. "Whoo! Whool" said a voice and down swooped Judge Owl. In his claws ho held a dirty paper. "Is there a Howl- er lives around here?" asked the Judge. "Ho does, but ho Is lost," answered Peggy. "Then this is the place, and you can deliver my message," hooted Judge Owl, flying quickly away into the darkness. Billy held the paper up to a street light and this is what he found scrawl ed upon It: "If you want tho Howler brought back, put twenty bushels of oats, thirty cabbages, thirteen plump mice, and fit a Juicy beefsteaks behind Farmer Dalton's barn before daylight" It was signed, "Tho Black Hoof," and at the bottom was tho print of a black hoof. "He has been kidnapped by the Black Hoof gang. We must tell the detec tives at once," said Billy. "No," cried Peggy. "This looks very suspicious to me. Some of our friends may be mixed up In it. Wo must try to find who tlw member of the Black Hoof nrc." (Tomorrow will be told 7iou Peppy and Dttly go out into the night to search Jor tho kidnappers.) work with r.io on Monday week? Tou will, of courre, be busy next week help- ing your iriena Francis to get married," again that amused smile of his. "That'll bo fine, .Mr. Duke, and X don't know how to thank jou." "Don't try. to. In words, friend pc(er. let your actions do that. Just a Jlttle tnoro now. You will, 0f course, Ue here with me. Walter will arrange quarters for you. It is necessary for you to be hero, for we never know' when an urgent call for help may eome and I bellev In prompt action. "Vou will not work for me. but with me. You must quickly develop a big mans way of thinking, acting and talk ng, for you and I aro going to do big things together, I hopo. ' "Take this book and read it during ho week If you Ilavo tlme. , it and read the title, "How to Talk." "Say, Mr. Duke, do I really talk all that bum?" "There is room for improvement two hings I admlro in ycu, friend Pcte'r. aro the splendid way you accept criticism, and your willingness to learn." Ho stood up and, of course, so did I. "Then, it's understood, Peter, that you will be here on Monday week ready to help me to help others out of thel'r troubles and place them on the road to success and happiness." Wo shook hands, and as his long nervous fingers grapped my hand, I felt that that handclasp put the seal ot friendship on our acquaintanceship. I left him feeling a glow ot Wondrous anticipation of tho splendid and fascl natlng work ahead for me. Ivmean to do my best; all my ener gies must be given to measuring up to tho responsibilities of my opportunity. iaier on 111 perhaps tell of Bruno come through with the good wishes and congratulations of all those for whom I care. I'm going to armdale tomorrow, but I must write to Mary and tell her of my wonderful future. Dear, dear Mary I How thankful I am to have won her dear love. Please CJo1, I will mako myself a real man a man whom people will be glad to k,now. I'll build my success on knowing how and doing right. I'll mnko Mary proud of me and git a her, besides all my love, the satisfaction of having a husband w-no Is an honor able, successful business man. (THE I3.VD) Tiny Truths Men are, born, but hUBbands are made. beIalB'oU"Ce '" a Pem U ShouIa y taWnf i,wand Bha UBUaI- trnattentKnlw..'.ttBdor?easmer aN The world Is a prison from which nd y VA' ,,.M,. .,u Mui'? iu escape nuve. A few good misses In tho chorus are apt to help a revue to muke a hit. The more a woman has In her head, the less shy thinks nboyt what Is on It. A man may lead a woman to the 'altar after which he becomes a follower. Lots of people seem to go to church for 5 the purpose of picking flaws In sermonr. , Many a man's love for his club Is due 3 to the fact that his wife neer gives he I' tongue a rest. His first love and his first shave are. two episodes In every young man's career , that he never forgets, Pearson's Weekly. ! 1 ' a Puzxling '1 "Vou know, to me, this automobile 'Is) r like a woman." , "How do you mean?'1 "I'm afraid I'm never going to under ' stand It and I never know what it's go-t "a lu uu urv. ustiuil urea fTCUS. Resemblance "Darling, do you think you could b happy with a man like me?" "Well, perhaps If he wasn't too muott like you J" Pearson's Weekiy. 111 1 Toothless " ', Flnt Tramp What kind ot doga 64 u like best? Heoond 'Tramp Toothless. Pearson'4 yoi 7. l Jti ff 'I J." y km i ,WUy, - s-
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