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EVENING PUBLIC LEDGER-PHIL'ABELPHIA, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1919
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Tffi RED LANE
By HOLM AN DAY
A Romance of the Border
Author o "King Spruce," "The Raim
rodders," "The Shipper and the
Skipped," etc.
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r." " Vetal Beaulleu keeps an Inn on
the Maine-Canadian bonier ana ea
ters to smugglers. Ills dauGhtcr,
Evangeline, educated In a co iwiit
returns homo unexpectedly, rebels
against the nature of his business
refuses to marry the mam David
Itol, a smuggler, whom her father
has chosen for her. and leaves homo
penniless determined to h-rrmie n
teacher In a "Yankeo School' ut
Attegat. Fiddler Bllledeau taKcs ncr
there. Norman Aldrlch, a "unkeo
customs onlcer, meets Kvnngellne.
falls In love with her nnd they be
come engaged. Itol finds Kvnnneltno
a Attegat. demands that she return
home with him, and when she re
fuses he intrlsueH with Louh Blals.
an attorney of Attegat, to assist him
in capturing her. not returns to
Vetal n'aullcu, coads him Into n
determination to force EvnngHlne to
ret'i'n home. Bcinlleti nnd Hot to
gether set out for Attegat, , nv-et
Blals and n number of Bol's con
federates nt an Inn on the wn
where Fiddler Bllledeau and others
are spending the night. Next da
Beaulleu nnd company prceMl to
Attegat. while Fiddler Bllledeau,
Journeying toward another vUlage
to Plav for the rountrv folk, meets
Aldrlch. riding the border, tells him
about the meeting at the. inn and
Aldrlch determines to go to Attegat
to protect Evangeline. But in
choo-lng a secret path he wanders
from his course and arrives In Atte
gat. at midnight, after her father.
Bol. Blnls nnd others hive tlrltert
Evangeline away. Aldrlch. frenzied
and fearful for rvaigellnos safetj,
prepares to if""'" her.
THEN READ THIS
HE LIFTED his face to the stars.
In tho stlllncs3 there was the
Bound of tinkling water from the
trough near by; tho doves still nestled
and mourned.
Then came another sound, the sound
Cf plodding feet. Out of the gloom a
tnan emerged. At his heels followed
dogs, dim shadows In tho night. Al
drlch recognized him. This was tho
terse individual of the seven hounds,
end the memory of what ho said con
cerning Davo Rol flashed before Al
drlch like a lightning-thrust across
black night.
The officer rushed to meet the man.
He seized him by the coat lapels. He
Bhook him, and tho man fairly barked
his alarm as ho tried to Jerk him
uelf away.
"But listen, man, listen!" pleaded
Aldrich, babbling like a lunatic. "This
la more than life or death. It is love
It Is saving a pure girl from damna
tion. You have boasted of your dogs.
Usten, man! You have said they hate
Dave Rol. He has stolen a girl. Ho
Is going to going to but It isn't mar
riage! It Is ruin for her. It is dirty
outrage. This Is Notary Pierre Gen
dreau. Ho will tell you. I am mad.
I know It But listen, man."
He went on Incoherently, but the
solemn individual began to listen with
" Interest. Notary Gendreau added a
word now and then. The hounds sat
on their haunches, tongues lolling,
their eyes shining with red and green
-res.
"You said they would follow Dave
Bol. Send them after him. Name
your price."
"Hold on a minute, mister. If It's
for the reason you say, and Dave
Rol Is the man, there ain't any prlco to
this thing. Did I say they would fol
low him? Yes, they will follow him.
Even If ho has flown away from here
Instead of walked or rode, those dogs
Will follow him. What aro you going
to do to him when you catch him?"
"Send your dogs ahead of me." Al
drlch gasped. "What doe3 a man do
When he Is saving tho girl he loves?"
"I see you carry a rifle on your
back. If I trust seven of the best
dogs In the world to you, can you
protect 'em? That's what I want to
know. I realize pretty well what
you will do for tho girl. Will you do
Just as well for my dogs?"
"As long as I have a cartridge left,"
declared Aldrlch, with passion.
' "Let me look at you!" The man
took Aldrich by the Bhoulders and
studied his face by the light of the
tars. He saw a countenance that was
pale, rigid, bitterly determined, and
the eyes blazed with fires that made
the Investigator blink.
"I reckon you mean business, mis
ter," he admitted. "And now that I
havo met up with a man who really
,'iaeans business and proposes to make
David Bol 'the business.' I'm ready to
do my part. I have been wondering
why I kegt on walking tonight. But
something told me to walk and I
walked. I've found out why."
He released the officer and drew an
trtlcle from his pocket. It was the
glove he had previously shown Al
drlch. He held It above the heads of the
' attentive dogs;, as high as he could
stretch his arms, and uttered a pecu
liar and shrill cry. They replied hol
lowly and came crowding around him.
"Get on your horse, mister," he ad
vised, "for when they start they start
. strong. And remember that yell! A
last word." He looked up at Aldrlch
who had mounted with alacrity. "I'll
be here waiting for you when you
' t.u. ttnoV mv docs and remember
l?"that you're to bring seven. Bemember
the yell! They'll follow you dock aner
seu give It."
. ,-"you Will do ai my "" ,..-..
tated Notary Gendreau. "I offer you
P.'.k and hospitality. M'ser."
The man arovo uio '"
the ground under the noses of the
ke'-nds with all tho etrengtn or. nis
7 arms.
V' "That's the hellion, boys! Get him!"
f Th bounds bumped their heads to-
nether, snufflnc eagerly. Then they
.,t. and ran to and fro, their
Mrs tapping the dust of the highway,
1 ' "I thought dogs needed the scent
' wre a toot has trodden," suggested
jjtUry Gendreau. "Bol roust jiave
Maen aw&j.
Tfeose aoBs uu v, 'i.i4x "-
r curtly. "Ttoi in me case 01 u
,'vrtio wentJnto the pack and ham-
mm of 'em dead. You've got a
H mri - 4.; r, and you.
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One of tho hounds uttered a tre
mulous wail.
"ijhcy'ro off," cried tho owner. "It's
up to you, officer. Thcy'ro my boys;
take caro of "em!"
Aldrlch did not reply. His thoughts
wero too busy. Fortuno had shuffled
and dealt him a strange hand on al
sudden. The flying hounds wero stream
ing ahead of him down tho vlllago
street. Ho set his teeth and followed
at a gallop.
Onco or twice in the main street of
the vlllago tho dogs slowed nnd shut
tled from sldo to side of tho highway,
as though In momentary doubt or be
causo they desired to reassuro them
selves. Then they sped on. Bclq,w
Pero Leclalr's stone houso a narrow
road led off to tho north. Tho hounds
ran tumultously past the end of this
road, yelped a shrill chorus of disap
pointment, and turned In a pack with
such hasto that they sprawled and
skated in tho dust. They swept into
tho branch road.
So ho rodo with fury of Insto and
despair. Ho look no thought of
what ho would do when ho arrived.
Ho pondered no longer upon tho ques
tion of his rights In the matter of
Vetal Beaullcu's daughter. Ho con
sidered not the miles or tho direction
Whether ho had crossed tho border or
not, whether ho was In tho States or
In Canada, ho did not care. He was
no longer an officer of the customs; he
was a man seeking tho girl ho loved
He flung away his cap with tho badge
which mado him respect tho cove
nants of nations as to metes and
bounds. That badgo had halted him
onco when all his heart reached out
for her, when ho had been obliged li
his official duty nnd Ufa oath to re
spect that painted lino on tho floor ol
Beaullcu's Place to halt thero ns
though It wero a wall reaching to
ho heavens
Ho felt savage satisfaction when ho
hurled tho cap from him. Tho act
seemed llko simbollzlng his bui sting
lie had seen n man on the door
stoop as ho camo up. This man darted
to otio sldo when the dogs rushed
past him. It was evident that this
charge of hounds had been too terri
fying for his nerves. But Aldrlch,
leiplng ut their heels, was a man, and
the outpost took courago and came at
him with an oath. Tho light revealed
his Identity to tho officer. It was
Kealor Whynot. The officer was run
ning. With tho wholo force of his
body behind his fist ho struck Whynot
as ho hurdled tho stoop, and the man
crumpled and rolled off tho steps to
tho ground.
This first engagement was so sum
mary that Aldrlch did not loso his
stride. He was down tho hall and
.nto tho rear room of tho houso Just
as tho first of tho pack of frantic
hounds hurled themselves against Bol.
Again that camera flash of vision for
Aldrlch tho agony of his anxiety lm
pilntlng that scene on his soul for-over!
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Using his rifle as he would handle a batstick, he struck the lantern and sent it whirling from the tabic through
the open window
After that there was no hesitation.
They ran furiously, and at their hee'.s
camo Aldrlch at tho full strldo of his
horse. Out of the welter- of his emo
tions rose then tho happy conscious
ness that ho had a horso who would
not fall him In this crisis. He had
tested tho animal on many occasions.
Aldrlch understood by tho nervous
Riirincr of tho shoulders bctwen his
of all the trammels of those hamper
ing considerations which bind men to
this and to that. The red blood of
achievement streamed In his veins. Ho
was tho male seeking tho mato who
had been ravished from him.
One man against numbers? His
desperation made no account of that!
"Hold up!" It was a hoarse hall
finm tho uloom nheal of him. But
knees that this horso had forBotten tho momeit ,o Wlg past tho
man. whoever ho was. Tho hounds
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the trials of tho early evening In this
new laik behind tho hounds. Iho
dogs were serving as pace-makers.
Even a weary horso Is stimulated by
the spirit of a race.
But it settled Into a long race. Tho
narrow road was winding, and led
them by devious ways. They coursed
hills where tho warm breath of tho
summer night fanned Aldrlch's burn
ing cheeks; then they swept down and
Into holics where tho air was moist
and damp with tho eery chills of
marshes and watercourses, and where
white veils of mist drifted over the
alders. Tho dogs ran In silence. Ald
rlch kept his eyes on tho flapping ears
and tho waving tails and in his breast
there began to glow a strange sense
of affection and gratitude toward these
zealous and unflagging guides.
He was a man and they wero dogs,
but tho same spirit of vengeance ani
mated all of them!
He did not ponder coolly as he rode.
His thoughts' were white-hot, and
through them played one red flame:
tho devilish conviction that Rol, sanc
tioned and abetted by the father,
would set no boundi to his lustful
desperation In making this girl his
own. The affair might bo mockery
of marriage; but, nevertheless, It
would be effectual in enslaving Evan
geline Beaulleu. He knew the border;
its loose code of action. Its callous In
difference, Its habit of accepting what
had been accomplished as being right
and proper. And in the matters of
women, the independence of girls, the
border sentiment harked back to the
old dayB, the sentiment of which Vetal
Beaulleu had expressed when he de
clared, "I say to my wife 'go,' and
he go that Is tho way of the women
of Acadia!"
had not hesitated. A fuslllado of tc-volvcr-shots
chattered behind. But
Aldrlch minded the popping of pro
test not at all, and the bullets yipped
harmlessly past him.
It was evident that Bol had postel
a picket. Aldrich swung his rifle from
his shoulder Into his hand. A picket
hinted that tho scene of action was
near at last.
Suddenly the hounds gave tongue.
At the foot of tho hill down which
they wero rushing was a house which
was signaled by a light In an uncur
talned window. A pale glow from an
open door illuminated the yard, which
sloped from the road. Aldrlch had
time to note a buckboard with horses
attached, and there were soveral
honcs picketed near the fence. Ho
saw this in a flash, as tho camera
sees. Tho reins were loose on his
horse's neck, and ho was riding at
the heels of the hounds at top speed.
The hounds gavo tongue more voclf-
erously! They announced that tho
quarry had been run to earth!
The bedlam of their voices was ter
rifying; it hail broken out so sud
denly In tho night's silences! It was
unexpected, deafening, weird clamor.
Tho howls and jelps mado a din that
would have struck dismay to tho
heart of a company of grenadiers.
The dogs headed straight for the
open door and leaped through it head
long, tumbling over each other. The
horses of the buckboard sagged back
on their halters, broke them, and ran.
Mdrlch escaped being carried down
In that rush only by swerving his
horse, and at the same tlmo he leaped
to the ground.
His first wild stare was for Evan
geline.
He nnd his dogs had burst In theru
so suddenly that ho had given the
actors in the drama no time to leave
their poses.
Vetal Beaulleu was holding his
daughter's wrists. Even the tempestu
ous arrival of the hounds, this Irrup
tion of strange disturbers, had not
availed wholly to alter the expression
of her face tho expression with which
she had confronted her peisecutors
beforo he came
This was no despairing, surrender
ing, fainting maid on whom he gazed.
One look at her, and ho understood!
She had been battling. It had been
a fight agulnst odds. She was one
against them all and helpless. Of the
end of tho single combat thero could
have been no doubt. Louis Blals was
standing there, tho marriage license
in his hand, the words ready upon his
tongue. Vetal Beaulieu, glowering,
determined his pride, his money, his
clently terrifying. But It was plain
that tho smuggler expected that they
were leaVlng at him to set their teeth
In his flesh. Ho was screaming In
mad fright.
He curved his arms before his face.
Ho kicked wildly. But the dogs yelled
and leaped and drovo themselves
against him, pounding him ngalnst
the wall, spattering his convulsed faco
with froth and spumo from their slav
ering Jaws.
Blals endured the astounding sceno
for a moment nnd then sprang over
tho swirling mass of dogs and dashod
out a window with his foot.
"They're mad!" ho screamed.
There wero several other men In
tho room, and they followed Blals
when ho threw himself out of tho win
dow. Others yelled tho frantic warn
ing that tho dogs wero mad. That
fear routed Bol's supporters moro ef
fectually than clhbs and rifles would
liavo done Tho mortal, terror of men
who wero menaced by hideous peril
drovo them.
"You aro cowards you aro all cow
ads!" vociferated Vetal, his own fears
giving him tho sudden, fictitious cour
ugo which weak men show when they
aip at bay. Ho iclcased his daughter's
wrists. Aldrlch had leaped In their
direction.
Bol could not escape. Tho dog3 kept
battering him against tho wall.
"You have no right," shrieked Ve
tal, but tho furious young lover was
lit no mood to argue over again with
'eta Beaulleu that matter of rights.
"To my horse! Quick! To my
horse!" Aldrlch thrust tho girl on her
way even as he spoke. "I'll follow.'
Tho next moment, using his rifle as
ho would handle a batstick, he struck
tho lantern and sent It whirling from
a table through tho open window. In
tho sudden, black darkness tho howl
ing of tho dogs was moro awful, more
stupefying. Tho noise In those clo.so
quarters fairly made tho bralu reel.
Tho flabby publican clutched the of
fleer lu the darkness.
"Hero lie' Is, Dave! I have him! Kill
him!"
Tlmo was precious. Only seconds
had elapsed. Tho surprlso had been
complete and effective. Tho conspira
tors wero In confusion for tho mo
ment. Aldrich realized that he must
not delay then, even for tho sako of
satisfying his very natural Inclination
to squaro his score with David Rol.
But when Rol camo dashing forward,
at last, fending off tho dogs, striving
to leach tho door, Aldrlch, though tho
glopm was llko a pall, sensed tho prox
imity of his hated foe. He threw Vetal
off, and tho next moment felt that
sweet satisfaction which goes back to
these primitive days when the mind of
man was not acute enough to win Its
romfort from mcro moral vlctoiles:
ho felt his naked flst against tho flesh
of the scoundrel who had tried to steal
n. woman, and ho heard the scoundrel's
body go down In a coner of the room;
and then ho decided that his business
in that locality did not rcqulro any
moro of his personal attention.
His duty lay outside that room!
His arms ached to hold her, to lift
her to his breast. Ho wanted to mako
sure of her. After tho agony of his
fears for her safety, only tho assur
ance that sho was held against his
breast would satisfy him. Such was
tho Impulse that sent him racing back
Into the night outside.
The man beside the stoop was roll
ing and moaning. He was surely out
of the light; but nbovo the din of tho
dogs Aldrlch could hear tho voice of
Blals In the rear of tho house, rally
ing those who had escaped with him
through the window.
Tho lover realized that a convent
bred girl, even though she wero a girl
of tho border, must lack the experience
as a horsewoman that would bo needed
In that crisis.
Sho was waiting for him beside his
panting horse. The poor bruto had
performed his full task for that night.
Among the three horses picketed In
the jard his quick cja singled the
sturdy horse which Rol rodo up and
jm tho border. Ho ran and flung
DREAMLAND AD VENTURES-ByDaddy
"THE CAPTIVE QUEEN"
(Queen Flora to held impHtoned in .
o ountain, and ichen I'eapv, ntllu
l'rince Bonnie lilue Hell ami the Illrds
leek to rescue her, they are warned
against a dragon which puarda her.)
THE DRAGON IS FOUND
PnOOY and Hilly Belgium looked at
each other In dismay.
"What do you think of thaf?" Billy
asked Peggy In a low voice. "I never
heard of a dragon In theso parts."
"Nolther did I." answered Peggy. "I
thought they had all been killed by
brave knights long ngo except, perhaps,
tho dragons of China and Japan."
"Maybe this Is a dragon that escaped
from a circus though I never saw a
truly dragon In, a circus," said Billy.
"Ho, ho, hoi Lookout for tho dragon 1"
tauntingly cried Count Weedy from the
top of the bluff.
"Ho may bo trying to fool us and
scare us away," figured Peggy. But
even as sho said this to Billy, Queen
Flora uttered another warning: "do
beforo the dragon strikes! Leave mo
to my fate."
"Poor Queen I We must leave her to
her fate. Thero will be no Wild Flowers
this spring. Oh, oh, oh!" walled tho
Birds.
"I will never leave you, Queen Flora,
I will light a rcore of dragons to save
ou," crlod Prlnco Bonnie Blue Bell.
"Neither will we leave tho Queen,"
spoko up Peggy, Indignant at tho ap
parent readiness of tho Birds to abandon
Flora at tho first hint of danger. "Vou
Birds ought to bo ashamed of our
selves, for even If there Is a dragon
you can escape by flying."
"We wero Just taking her at her word
when sho said to leave her," shrilled
"Mack!
Hack!" thrilled
Swallow
General
General Swallow, "but If you'ro going
to Btay, Princess Pccgy, we'll stay, too."
"We'd better find out whero this
dragon lr," advised Billy. "I'd halo
to have him rush out at'us unexpect
edly." .
"We will do the looking for you,"
offered General Swallow. "What does
a dragon look like?"
"It Is crawly," answered Peggy.
"And has a big mouth and a big tall,"
added Billy.
"And wings," said Tcggy.
"I never saw anything like that
around here," said General Swallow.
"But you never can tell what Is In tho
woods. Wo will search this park. To
wing, to wing, all you Birds I"
Tho Birds Instantly obeyed and soon
their excited chatter could bo heard In
nil directions. But though they
searched and searched, they found no
sign of a dragon.
"Ilo, ho, ho!" laughed Count Weedy,
still watching them from the top of the
bluff.
"I guess ho Is trying to fool us,"
growled Billy. "I'm going to find the
place whero you turn off the water from
tho ptpo leading to tho fountain. It
ought to bo nearby."
Saying this Billy began to search,
with Prggy aiding him. They had
searched nearly every place In vain
when they approached a low clump of
ferns at one side of the pond.
"Beware 1 Beware 1" tinkled the tired
voice of Queen Fauna as she danced
wearily In the fountain.
"On guard I On guard I My faithful
dragon," shouted Count Weedy excited
ly. Billy stepped forward toward the
ferns. General Swallow was ahead ot
him. Suddenly General Swallow
whirled about with a loud shriek, dash-
Hng right Into Billy's face and causing
him to stumble backward. "Back I
Back!" shrilled General Swallow.
Thero sounded a menacing "Whlr-r-r
r-r-r" from among tho ferns a "Whlr-r-r-r-r"
Peggy had heard before In the
war between tho Frogs and the Snakes.
"Look out I A rattler 1" she screamed.
But Billy. tha"hks to tho quick action ot
General Swallow, had already leaped
back out of danger. Ho and Feggy
were at a safe dlstancs. when the ugly
head of the serpent arose above the
ferns.
"Beware tho dragon," tinkled Queen
Flora. ,
"I will slay It to set you free,"
thouted Prince Bonnlo Blue Bell In' an
swer.
(In tomorrow's chapter Prince Ban
nle lilue Dell alvca battle to th
serpent.)
X
BRUNO DUKE
(Copyrlrht)
Solver of Business Problems
By HAROLD WHITEHEAD
Author o "The Business Career ef Peter Flint," tta,
TUB PKOUI.BM OP TUB UXTUHNBD
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neace of mind nt stake clutched her
wrists and had sworn that she should himself upon the animal and leaned
marrv the man to whom he had-erom-1 t,mi luosed the others. They had been
lsed her. In the end sho must have
been overwhelmed, but when Norman
Aldrlch burst Into that room bho was
battling with all the fierce resolution,
the btrength of soul, tho stubborn
ardor of her Acadian forebears. Upon
her checks flamed tho battle-flag her
undaunted soul had set there. Her
eyes, when tney met uls, were filled
with the fires of bitter rebolve.
Into the one word "Evangeline!" he
put all tho love, the Joy, the encourage-
nient, the hope that human voice tan
compass, and her love-lit eyes and her
thrilling word In return rewarded him,
gave him the fierce valor that makes
no account of odds. All In that ono
instant ho saw and comprehended.
The hounds wero battering them
selves 'ugalnst Rol. Thoy did not rend
and tear. That is not tho nature oi
hounds with men. Theyleaped singly,
in twos, and in threes. In that small
room. the roar of their howls beat upon
the ears with distracting violence,
Sound alono would have been suit!
rearing and neighing in fright over
since the advent of the hounds. They
did not need tho kicks and ells he
gave them. ,
(CONTINUED TOMORROW)
Hometlilng to Think About
rVRIIABA CARSTAIRS proved to be
the complete opposite of her old
nurse, Miss Benks, for sho was Just as
graceful and girlish ns Miss Benks was
awkward and mannish,
"You are Mr. Peter Flint?" she asked
In a nervous tone.
"Yes, Miss Carstalrs, Mr. Duko Is un
fortunately engaged every minute of tho
day, but I shall bo most happy to do
what I can If you carof to explain the
matter."
She looked Inquiringly at Miss Benks.
who nodded her head declxlvely, and
then told mo about what Miss Benks
had already bald.
Only ono difference was noticeable.
Sho spoke of her father as still being
a vigorous business man nnd explained
Ingenuously that he was too busy with
"big things" to bother about smaller
matters
But you see, Mr. Flint," and she
Emiled wistfully "I think 'The Barracks
an important thing, and as It is about
all I mean as It Is almost mine, I I
want to tret all I can for them." -
"Tho Barracks?'" I quenea.
Mm Biunld of me." she fluttered.
"I Bhould have told you that wo have
a perfectly huge place right on tho sea
at Karaby Bay you know, about thirty
or forty miles from Bangor. Dad al
ways loved tno ruggeu juaine iwni
a few years ago ho bought "Tho Bar
racks' and about a hundred and fifty
acres of land for a perfectly dreadful lot
of money. He spent stacks of money on
fitting It up and all that."
"For a few years wo had tho place
full of guests every summer, but since
since dad got tied up with business he 8
had no time to bother with It."
The girl bat still, twlstlng.her hand
kerchief around her fingers. Miss Benks
walked up to her and patted her gently
on the back. A smile of friendship
flashed from ono to the other which
seemed to steady the young girl, for sho
resumed her story.
"For four jears the place has been
closed. Even tho gardeners wero dis
missed. Just a man and his wife kept
lhr nml all tllpv had to do WUS tO See
that the place wasn't broken Into. I'm
afraid they have done more harm than
good though, for the place looks ugh !"
she shuddered, "gruesome.
r wnnt in sell the nlace. I can t go
near It somehow without feeling terri
fied. Isn't that silly, air. mnic
"No, dearie," answered Miss Benks,
"quite natural and Mr. Flint thinks so,
too."
The challenge which those hard eyes
flashed made me willingly agree with
the old nurse.
"Nothing silly at nil." I said stoutly.
tn tart, nulte natural."
"There, dearie, you see," vomforted-1
Miss uenKs.
"Tell me, Miss Carstalrs," I asked,
"Have you put tho property Into an
agent's hands?"
"Yes, lots of them," she sighed and
Miss Benks took up the answer vigor
ously with:
The scamps! all they e'ler did was to
send on big bills for advertising and
other things, but as for selling It I
don't think they cer tried the roo-
bers I"
"Hush, Benkle," the young girl gently
said, "they did all they, could. They
couldn't help It If people wouldn't buy,
could they?"
"Ono other question," I said quickly,
for I feared tho tlmo wasted on fruit
less talk that I knew would follow If
I gavo Miss Benks a chnnco to teply,
"Is there a mortgage on tho place?"
"Yes, for twenty-five thousand dol
lars I can sell It for that, but no ono
will give more."
"Do you know what your father gave
for It?"
"I think It was a hundred nrd thirty
thousand dollars In tho first place. Then
ho spent nearly a hundred thousand dol
lars on fixing It up and furnishing It,"
"Thank you, SIlss Carstalrs. I'll not
detain you longer, but will wrlto you In
a day or so what Mr. Duke can do, If
anything," Then, getting her homo ad
dress, I departed.
After reporting the details to Bruno
Duko It was arranged for us to visit
tho placo In a few weeks, and there the
matter lay until after we had cleared
up satisfactorily the problem of the re
turned furnlturo and tho problem of
tho' surplus stock of lavender blossom.
My -visit to llowcaster proved most in
teresting nnd the manner In which
Hazelbrook's furnlturo was delivered Is
worth recording.
Have rend a f.w hooka on IhA nhot-A attS.
Jftt. but nni at a iocs to know wher te
make a connection. What ot employment
acenclcs and Institutions of tbat nature?
D. R.
SDedaltV salpftmiinalitn mlVit nffttt.
what you wish, but wholesale saleEtnan
shin apparently will not satisfy you.
The wholesale salesman has a terri
tory which ho covers year after year.
Of course. If you know anv forelc-n
language, such as French, German and
Spanish, ou could get a position as an
txport salesmnn that Is, assuming that
ou hae a thorough knowledge of eco
nomics, transportation problems, the his
tory of tho countries you go to and the
methods of doing business, and that you
am ttrong and vigorous physically, men
tally alert nnd morally clean.
By this you will see that, while In
some respects you can messuro up to
this, In many you are absolutely un
fitted for It at present. I should say
ten years' extensive study and training
Is necessary before you can become a
salesman able to see the "world." The
"or'd Is a pretty big place, you know.
Tho correspondence course you men
tion Is a good one so far as I know.
Do you know that you really nre not
a salesmnn7 If you were you would
hardly go about asking met how to sell
vour services. I suggest that you stay
whero jou aro nt present until you have
a knowledgo of salesmanship nnd also
until jou know your own mind c little
better. Between you and me, I think
jou are suffering from "wanderlust"
TODAY'S BUSINESS QUKSTICN
What is O. n. Kelt
Answer will appear tomorrow,
ANSWBIl TO YllhTBItllAY'S BUSI
NESS QUESTION
F. O. B. is "Free on Board."
SIGNS OF SPRING
I know the spring Is coming though the robin Isn't here;
Though no fresh and green wee budlcts on the branches brown appear;.
For one Indication cheerful fills my panting heart with hope:
The boys are roller-skating and the girls are Jumping rope.
There are other Indications that woil have an early bprinit:
A fellow told a friend of mine he'd heard a bluebird sing.
I hope that guy is truthful or woil fill his mouth with soap!
Still, the boys are roller-skating and the girls are Jumping rope.
Moreover, on a btreet-car 'twas lust Sunday, be It known
I saw a pussy-willow with Us kittens all well-grown.
Against such vernal promise how can -Winter hope to copo?
When the hoys are roller-skating and the girls aro Jumping rope.
URIF ALEXANDER.
In this space Sir. Whitehead will an.
surer readers' business questions on buy
ing, selling, advertising and employment.
Ilufincfs Questions Answered
I am a ounc man ot twenty, with two
yir' coIIceo education, at present In tho
rmploy of an export concern an a slenos
rapher at a Rood ealan, but hae a great
iWlre to truiel, to sell and to e the
world Dora nalesmanshtp offer a eood field
to asswor thla purpose; Where can I Te
relo tho ncceraa, Inatruttlon? lo ou
think highly of a correspondence course?
jour atorlea with much Interest
mem coin intarestinE and In-
I read
and find
structlve.
I am forty jeara of aire and am thinking
seriously of enterlne the "aelllnic came,"
and I feel confident that I would make good
at ,b i, , kui BiHrieu nam.
Would a correspondence school be a cood
place to study salesmanship? Will you
kindly send me a list of the best books on
salesmanship?
I am a fairly eood talker and good mixer
and am of good appearance. I understand
automobiles thoroughly. Do you think that
that would be a good field? J, 13.
Tho school you mention has a good
course, but, of courte, no correspondence
course Is as good as a resident school
of equal merit. ,
I am mailing ou a list of books on
salesmanship as desired. There Is no
reason on earth why you couldn't make
good ns a salesman ; In fact, a sales
manship la one of the businesses that
a man can follow In which age Is gen
erally an asset.
The automobile field Is, In my mind,
a very profitable ono to follow. In
spite of tho tremendous growth of the
automobile Industry, I personally be
lleve that It Is nothing to what it will
be.
THE DAILY NOVELETTE
HER IDLE HOUR
By Hortcnse Caldwell
GLADYS CARTER called It her Idle
hour, but all her friends called It
her busiest. The hour was supposed to
be from 5 to 6, Bpent at the Soldiers
and Sailors' Club, but many nlghtB the
hands of the clock were long past 7
when she left the building.
Every night, except Sunday, for thir
teen months, she had covered her type
writer put on her coat and hat and gone
to the club. Arriving there she had
busied herself making sandwiches and
coffee for the men who would arrive
shortly for the social hour. Because -at
her cordiality, Bhe was a great favorite
with the men In service, making no dis
tinction between the home boys and the
hstrangers.
One night ns Bhe was busy making a
'lejiclous-lonklng salad she chanced to
observe a man in uniform Just entering
the door. In a glance she could see he
was a stranger, probably some poor
lonely fellow who hnd never been in
that ,-ltv hefnro. Hurriedly Bhe dronned
'i- fork she hnd ben using, nnd went to
where he was stanaing.
"How do you do?" she said, cordially,
as she extended her hand. "You are
very welcome."
The fellow smiled his gratitude. Evi
dently he bJd been afraid of the recep
tion he would receive.
..r-nmn ever liern." Gladys continued.
"and I will make you acquainted with
some of tne ouut men. -
Smiling pleasantly, she led the way
over to where three boylsh-looklng fel
lows were standing.
"This Is Mr. . Why, I don't believe
yoU told me your name."
'SOMEBODY'S STENOC'This Chap "Begs to Say"
Against such vernal promise how can -Winter hope to copo? . ..,,,. ntpRantiv !, led the, way
Hlows were sianuing.
"This Is Mr. . Why, I don't believe
1 1 ' ' j-nii told me your name."
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the- newcomer said.
"Oh, yes. Mr. Jenks. Let me present
you to Mr. Grant and Mr. Lynn. Now,
Paul," Gladys said, turning in the di
rection of Mr. Grant, "you can see that
Mr. Jenks Is made perfectly at Home.''
After Gladys had turned away to greet
"1?' boys. Harold turned to Paul,
vyhy not Introduce me to the lady?" he
asked.
, Yhy' x thought you knew her. She
Is Miss Gladys Carter, much beloved by
every man in service."
"Well. I'm glad I'm a member of that
society," Harold answered with a smile.
Paul crossed the room and laid his
hand on Miss Carter's arm. "Mr. Jenks
would like to meet you if you will copio
over here n minute "
Gladys went to w'lere Mr. Jenks was
standing. Paul glanced at thVm both
a little doubtfully and then Introduced
them. Never once after that did Harold
nk' hi" v" -nm th g-avfnl Gladys
us she moved deftly about the room.
His Btny In that clty'wns hut .nine
days, but during that short time he
was a frequent visitor at the club. At
last came the day when he had to say
good-by, nnd seeking out Gladys, led her
to a sent.
"You have no Idea how much you have
done for mo here." he beenrf. "and I
want to thank you for It all I'm not ' ,
going to tell you Just how much you J
meun to me, as i am going to trance.
But I want you to think of me, and
write to me. will you?"
uiaays reaauy consenteu, and Willi ,
tear-dlmmed eyes she gave him her
hand. "I will think of you now, and
after you've gone, Harold, and I may be l5
still hero whn you'eome back."
Harold took the hand gravely, smiled
and went put.
A month after that the letters had be
gun to fiy over the ocean thick and
fast. She, at home doing her bit at-the
club, was thinking of him, while he, do-
e- h b ht l ih ' t) I' 'S o but ono
smiling face he had left behind,
At last ho returned home, to find her
still keeping her place of mercy. Smil
ingly he reassured her he was perfectly
safe, and glad to be home again; but
p.r.iyrnl Glnrivs rolled one alda i
of his head was badly scarred
"I reel us it l naci Known you all my
life. Gladys." be said, "and your letfera
were so like you, I could fairly see your .
eyes ana leei yuur tuuun.
Vn'ir lette s w re mnderful, too."
she replied, "and I always read them i
during my Idle hour."
"Vwii. IHIa hntir." he rnf.9t,t !,.. K, -.
fully. "Gladys, lou .will never reaiiio
your vast amount of work In "your Idle
hour.' " ,
"It was mere pleasure for me," she
answerfed, "and I have never been se,
happy as I was during those hours." '
"I still want you to be happy. Gladys,
but don't you think you might Bpemt
those few minutes, witn me in our
home?"
Two weeks later Mrs. Harold Jenha
Bent cards to her friend saying Iter "a.
home" would be fom five to vis o
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