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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
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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" .
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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
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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."
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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. !
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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.
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u like best?
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