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I lVetal Deaulleu, keeper of an Inn
i YAfto.Davld Ilol, loader of border smug
V 'Jriera. Tho alrl refuses to marry
1 ' ) ' Btol and becdmea a teacher In a
C-Jr fhool at Attegat. She loves and Is
R. , Aaved . bv Norman Aldrich. a
. VJH jTfankeo" customs officer. When
'ITA 1 ..- .it . , l.w to ilV
.rfV, of rebellion and tho school Is burned
ft&flit (Jown. Aldrlch helps Representative
i vnora to iramo a diii -wihkii, "
if passed by tho legislature, will enablo
the peasants to keep their homes.
ltin nnnoiinta In mlltlnV. Is a traitor
LOUIS lilais, an attorney, irawm
to thcih, for ho has sold out to the
lumber dealers. Father Leclalr
varns his flock against Dials and
JJlals, alleging that the priest is
meddling In politics, gets tho bishop
to remove him. Blals seeks Clif
ford's seat and Itol brings his rene
gades to town to help Blali win by
keeping roputablo citizens from tho
polls. Evangeline spoils their plans
by making a personal appeal to the
men, all of them Acadlans llko her-
Ti elf. In tho meantime Anaxagoras
EsV t Bllledeau, a fiddler, carrying a petl-
W?. Jlw aliMOil Y.V tVin rtO.tRA.nt8. tO tllO
m bishop, asking 'that rather Leclalr
be returned to them, is marKea as
'easy nicking" by a thief In the big
V cltv where he at last finds himself.
THEN READ THIS
BILLEDEAU had finished his story
and was looking at them wistfully.
Tho man of the sharp eyes turned
lowly and regarded the new arrival
with chilling stare.
"Don't you realize that you are
shoving yourself In on a private talk
between friends?" he demanded.
"Oh. I see," sneered tho other.
"When you get a real good thing v ou
don't want to split with a pal. Intend
to take it all for yourself, eh?"
Tho sharp eyes fixed themselves
once more on the old fiddler.
'"Fiddler, havo you got money in
your clothes?"
For a moment Bllledeau hesitated.
Hut the ejes were not hostile. There
wa enmatlllnrr fr.infe And COmDelling
l in them, and tho man had listened so
carefully!
"I have money," he faltered. "It is
not mine. It is much money for a
poor man to have. I have worried
all the nights."
"Fiddler, you hurry over to jour
phurch there and speak to the first
priest you see. Tell him jou're a
stranger and ask him to care for our
money until j ou call for It. There are
thieves in a city llko this. Here Is a
ample of one of them this man sit
ting beside me. Go, leave your money.
I .will watch jour bucket until ou
come back."
The fiddler cast a horrified look at
the person who had been pointed out
its one of those wicked pursuers of
other folk's money against whom he
Sad been warned. He trotted away.
Is palm pressing hard upon the little
wad In his trousers pocket.
When you propose to be a friend
to one in need it's well to remove
temptation from your path," muttered
he of the sharp eyes.
J All at once the consciousness came
to him that the man at his side was
cursing him horribly.
He leaped to his feet and dragged
Athe other up, then he kicked the
slouchy curser for half a dozen paces
WT alone the turf.
"That's a hint for you to leave a
gentleman undisturbed when ho wants
to meditate on the troubles of his
friends," he informed his captlv e when
i had cast him off. He went back to
the bucket, stretching his arms above
his head. , "That's one curse of this
happy life of a hobo foT u man edu
cated for something else," he solilo
quized. "There are so many cheap
muckers who take to the road! But
I suppose I would have found just ns
many cheap ones in the law if I had
tuck on."
Bllledeau, returning, found his new
friend sitting on the grass pensively
skinning seeds from a stalk of robin's
plalntaln with his thumb-nail.
"He took the cash, eh?"
'Tea, M'ser."
"There are some ways in which the
'& pulpit can bless the world."
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xne outer.
"So you want to see the bishop, eh,
my friend?"
He glanced sideways at Bllledeau,
and the old man nodded his head, as
though he did not dare to burst Into
speech again.
"Do you suppose you can talk to
If J' him as well as you just talked to
.3 -ntr inrtdler? For if vou can. I under-
livi .tamt tahv some chaD ud Your wav
""was wise enough to put you onto this
P3ob you've got. I know good jury
Wyfr ,W1 wnax Kina wins veraicis. x useu
w t .. ..... . .. .
CO DO a lawyer.
Bllledeau did not reply, for he did
1(9 laot' understand now.
.Lf T mut irooil talk. Fiddler. It had
W$h l- v. uJ tollr r At- tti anrt It rilrl
IS.' iwu Bl
't It has '"on kingdoms, It has over-
iA thrown monarchies, when the eoul was
' ,'fceiilnd simple sentences. And, on the
fulliBr hand, men have yawned and
f 'iAmtt -throuEh erand sentences which
ii1a nn uinl behind them. I don't
2','tWnk I would havo made a good
, , Jwyer, anyway. There was never
Much soul In me. Tou surprised me
i ',)Mt now when your talk uncovered a
I'jtHlg spark or soul nut it was good
&, Tiddler, mighty cood talk! It
Wtt to be, I say, to swing me as it
tite toward some sparrows.
wFliXt looks as though ycu need a
help In this thing, doesn't It,
erJ I wish there was a little
horsepower to me I could boost
Mrtler. But I've found that these
lMMidreaVhoraepower fellows are too
Snwy boosting for themselves. It's
wiuellyleft for some poor ouss to help
(fee ether poor cuss In this woild. But
, woch, powtr In me, and a mighty
asmn vote (ur oovaiins; jiiu niunuvyt
IKK UP!" ..t.
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deau crushed his hat between his
knees and gazed on this new friend
hopefully and hungrily.
"Let's Bee did you ov er lay ej es on
your bishop?"
"Oh no, M'ser," said the fiddler, with
awe.
"He's a nice, klnd-looklng old gentle
man. Ho and I haven't a speaking
acquaintance, you understand. But I
see him riding around tho streets
every now and then. No stylo to him,
not at all, Fiddler! He goes poking
around in a phaeton as broad as a
hen's nest, driving an old plug of a
white horse all by himself. I teckon
thoso priests haven't told him about
you at all don't propose to let you get
at htm. Looks like that! Sometimes
He
that's how the men in high places get
tho reputation of being hard the
understrappers aio too officious "
He arose suddenly and motioned to
the old man to get up.
"Understand, this is only a gamblei 's
chance we're taking. Fiddler! It may
not work. If I were moro of a tool
I could plan something worth while
But poor devils like jou and mo have
got to gamble. Come along. 1 11 do a
little more thinking on the way."
With his heait m his mouth the
old man followed. His guide did
not go toward the bishop's house, as
Bllledeau had expected He staited
away in another direction, and the
fiddler was astonished, for devious
methods of going about great affairs
were not understood by his straight
forward nature; he had gone to the
bishop's door, for his business was
there he had gone again and again.
"Don't be frightened don't be sui
prised," his companion .said. "You
understand now that I am not after
your money. But in this life. Fiddler,
the roundabout way with1 big men is
sometimes tho only shrewd waj Tou
haven't learned that yet. Tou
haven't had to practice it. I have
had to think up those roundabout
waj s so as to get my rake off from
life. Perhaps I can be jour fairy
godfather after all."
Past great buildings, zigzagging
from street to street, they went on
until they came to woods once more,
greater woods than there were in the
little park. There was a small lake
whereon swans floated. Children
played under the trees. Broad, smooth
roads led here and there. Tho dusty
old man with tho blue bucket and the
ragged fellow at his side seemed more
unkempt against that background, and
smartly attired folk who strolled along
the avenues frowned upon them as
they passed.
"And yet they ought to appreciate
us from an artistic standpoint, Fiddler,
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By HOLMAN DAY
A Romance of the Border
because a bit of a ruin in a landscapo
makes tho rest seem more beautiful."
But tho old man had given up trying
to understand the strange chattel of
this ragged chap of tho shaip eyes.
They came at lait to a bench beside
a shaded drive and sat upon the cool
zinc of tho rest place.
"He may drive here todaj, ho may
not, Fiddler. I only know that I havo
seen him drlvo here many times; nnd
old men stick to their old habits. Now,
If you get the chanco to speak to him
If this gamblo works remember
jour card, Fiddler. 1 mean to say,
remember thoso poor folks jfou wero
telling mo about! Vorget that ho is a
bishop. Keep thinking that ho Is a
kind faced old gentleman who needs a
dragged the precious paiket from his pocket
little talking to Put in jour bestlgiound at the
licks' Clot that packet of papers I
llfltlHt T'TI 1-tn - tiliti nolinmorl nf -I till
If jou' can't talk twice as well to him
as jou talked to me Xo, leave those mm llue some savage
beads alone, now Piay later on'.fiom the coveit
Double jour fists like a man and ic
member jour good pi lest, whatever
his name is, and jour people who are
waiting to hear whether jou lhave
mado good "
On and on went the chatter of the
ragged fellow, encouragement, adjura
tion and appeal, and Bllledeau ceased
to tremble, and the spirit of Acadia
began to warm his breast Time, too,
went on and on, and tho shadows
lengthened on the grass, and the
children lan away home, and the
stately folk who walked and rustled
and flounced thinned fiom the ave
nues. Up the shaded vista and down the
shaded vista the sharp ej-es kept dait-
ing.
All at once he cried out so suddenly
that Anaxagoras leaped upon the
bench.
"Stand b-, Fiddlei. Grab jour
thanco if it comes to jou! For j'our
lite, now, when I jell the word. That
word will be 'Fiddler.' When I jell
Tiddler' It will be jour move!"
He beat his fist upon the old man's
shoulder to emphasize hla ordeis.
Then he hurried to the edge of the
sward that hemmed the white surface
of the avenue.
Far up the vista, emeiging like a
white cloud fiom a cavern, came a fat i
horse, plodding with sluggish tiot.
Soon the clup-clop of the animal's
hoofs bounded In Bllledeau's ears, but I
whether he were hearing the hoofs or
his own heartbeats he did not know.
In his misty eyes the carriage behind '
the horse took form. Framed between
the canopj''s spreaders, outlined
against tho gloom of the carriage's
Interior, was a face, Qn that face
fc&. a iv mn (r-s -i-cm m rrV-3 asm
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Author of "King Spruce," "The Ram-
rodders," "The Shipper and the
Shipped," etc.
Bllledeau "stared, as one Hft3 fearing,
fervent, adoring guzo to a revealed
divinity. What he felt within him
was not recognition of a great man;
It was instinct telling his startled
soul that this aas hoi It was tho
great bishop! He pulled off his hat
and dropped it under tho bench. Ho
sat liko ono paraljzed, jaw drooping,
eyes protruding,
Tho ragged man waited until the
dozing, unsuspicious horse was nearly
abreast. Then with a deft jerk of tho
wrist he snapped his dented bowler
hat spinning under the animal's feet.
Tho act was concealed from the
bishop, but tho horse saw and tried to
gather all four of his hoofs off the
barno time, snorting
ns fright at
sight of this rolling,
Spinnlnff' leapin tMn lhat " at
I him
little beast
The next moment the laggeu man
leaped forward and seized the smug
gling, shying hoise by the bits.
"Do not be f lightened, Bishop,'1
shouted the fellow. "I'l hold him until
he is quiet. A squhrel frightened
him. Horses aie such silly beasts,
Bishop. Whoa, hoise." He had pulled
the animal to a stop. "Whoa Fid
dler!" The woui moved Bllledeau as a
chaiged wire might have jumped
him. Ho leaped from his bench. He
ran (to the side of the phaeton. Ho
kneeled in the dust of the road. He
dragged tho precious packet from his
M
DOLLS
Dolls! Dolls! '
Sadies, Kates and Polls!
.Marys, Majs and Molls!
I've been viewing a collection of &ome plain and fam.j dolls
Rag dolls, bag dolls, frisky dolls and blsque-y dolls;
Dolls in royal raiment and a bunch of rather risky dolls
Dolls that grandma played with
In her youthful dajs;
Dolls she often strayed with
Into fancy's maze.
Tall dolls, small dolls, solemn dolls and funny dolls,
Dolls that mother-made-hcrself and cost-a-lot-o'-money dolls,
Dolls that many stories told
When at last she had grown old
Just watch grandma at her ease
Holding dolly on her knees!
Lord! What lots of happy follies
Aie retailed by ancient dollies!
Old dolls, new dolls, bold dolls, tiue dolls,
Dolls as-happy-as a-queen and feeling-rath er-blue dulls
What a lot of poetry expressed in many vols.!
Dolls!
What a lot of sunshine sweet originally Sol's!
Dolls! Dolls! ,
And what a lot of woids thej cause! thej' run to maiij cols ! '
Dols! GRIF ALEXANDER.
the Same School
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pocket. Down his upraised face tears
streamed,
"From Attegat-rfrom far-off Attc
gat, great Bishop! I havo come all
the way. I am from the poor people.
Oh, on my knees I pray you! Theso
aro the names. It is for the good
priest whom we love, They aro ask.
ing it of tho good God on their kneus.
I ask it of you on my kneesl '
Tho bishop's alarmed eyes traveled
from tho stilled horse to tho upraised
face, to tho pathetic man who kneeled
In tho dust beside his carriage.
Speech was bursting from tho old
man. Tho packet wavered in his out.
stretched hands. His hands were
trembling as do the hands of ono with
ague.
"Walt wait, my Oon," commanded
tho bishop, at last. "Do you mean
you havo been sent with a message to
me? Then why havo you not como to
my residence? A message from tho
people of Attegat? It should h.avn
been given to me?"
Again stammering, sobbing, plead
Ing Anaxagoras faltered tho poor
little story of his quest, his weary
waiting, his hopes, his fears, his pa
tlence. Gently the bishop took the packet,
leaning from his carriage.
Tho ragged fellow was ImMlno- fv,
horse, caressing tho white nose.
Ihostorj- the great storv! T i,av
to tell it to you, oh, reverenced Bishop.
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- . ... ...jr eari an tne story of my
poor peoplo who look to vonwnn
adore jou."
Ah, that pleading of the humble
and tho sincere! Tlmt ..i,....
human quality of soul behind tho
spoken word!
"Tou shall tell me, my son," said tho
bishop. "To what place shall I send
for you?"
"I havo slept the many nights under
the trees, waiting. I havo no nln."
sobbed Anaxagoras Bllledeau.
ine bishop hesitated for one mo
ment only. He looked at the ragged
man who held the passive horse- ho
glanced at the blue bucket beside' the
bench.
"Is that yours that bucket?"
I brought in it what I eat I
brought it from Attegat."
"Get it, my son, and come into my
carriage We shall hear this story
from Attegat," said the bishop.
'Good-by, Fiddler," said the lagged
man, as he patted the horse's nose and
released the bits. IT iiro,i , nm.
deau as he said it and smiled as the
carriage rolled on. But the old man
sat on the edge of the cushioned seat,
stricken, voiceless, trembling; and ho
he passed on, and he and the ragged
thteifeVer SaW eaCh ther asaIn In
Tho ragged man plodded after the
carriage, rubbing- his dented hat on
his elbow.
"I wonder whether God is going to
remember me at supper-tlmo for this
Job," he murmured.
The Pictures the Bishop Saw
CLUP-CLOP, the white horse of the
blJhop's phaeton plodded on- clup
clop, and tho heart of Anaxagoras
Bllledeau thudded Its beats, keeping
time to the beats of tho hoofs
Anxiety vigils and privation had
wrought their havoc in the simple
mind of the old fiddler. His mental
hold upon the verities of life had be
come attenuated. He had been thrust
Into a world of unrealities when he
came out from the placid valley of the'
St. John. There In the rush and roar
of the city he had been in a walking
dream.
Plod-plod, tho bishop's hoise went on
under tho long shadows of the nark's
trees.
Who was this sitting sd btraignt on
the edge of the cushioned sm r ,h
bishop's carriage a figure so starkly
stiff that It seemed like something
carved from wood? Surely this could
not be himself, not Bllledeau the fid
dler! Those were his gnarled bid
hands that clutched the hat he had
not dared to put on; surely thoso were
the hands of Bllledeau! He had viewed
them for many years; he could" feel
the callousness that the fiddle's strings
had thickened.
Sitting one night with his shoulders
against tho shaggy bark of his friend
the tree his only friend in that wil
derness of bricks and humanity ho
had dreamed that the great bishop had
spoken kindly to him and had smiled
on him.
But surely this was a more wonder
ful dream!
(CONTINUED TOMORROW.)
DREAM LAND AD VENTURES-By Daddy
"THE POISONED SWORD"
fin this adventure Kinp Bird hrinps
forth a champion to combat the ilys
terioui Knight in a tournty.)
THE CHALLENGE TO COMBAT
;TJEAR jel Hear jo! King Bird In
XI behalf of his champion, the
Knight of tho Poisoned Sword, chal
lenges' the Mysterious Knight to combat
In a knightly tourney! Hearj-el Hear
je!"
Blue Jaj-, looking very Important,
perched on a telephone pole and shrieked
this herald call so loudly that It brought
tho birds scurrying from far and near.
And close behind them was Peggy, who
had been resting for a moment on a
sunny bank after a Jolly, springtime run
across the fields.
"Hear ye! Hear ye! Unless the
Mysterious Kntcrhf ahnii innMi.. n
swer this chnllenge ho shall be held up
m me scorn or an Hirdland as a pol
troon. Hear ye I Hear ye I"
Peirirv fiflrarl tnn notl. 1-jii .1
at these words. The Mysterious Knight
had proved his courago too well In
battllnsr for hop nnd fn. niello..,
permit her to remain silent at a hint
iiibi ne migni noi do Drave.
"For shame, Blue Jay I Tou know
the Mvntprlmia TTnffrlif la ,,., - .,
troon, she protested vigorously.
"Then why doesn't he answer?" de
manded Blue Jay.
"Perhaps it's because he hasn't heard
J'OU."
"I'va shrieked m- Iias.i n..!.. -m
Insisted Blun .Tnv. "An,i un v.a..A
score of other Jay jiralds. If ho
doesn't reply It's becauK he Is afraid
of tho Knight of the Poisoned Sword.
BRUNO DUKE, Solver of Business Problems
By HAROLD WHITEHEAD, Author of "The Business Career of Peter Flint," etc.
THE PROBLEM OF THE EMPTY
MANSION
A New Light oh an Old Problem
WHBN Bruno Duke told me he
planned to spend a lot of money on
lmprolng the appearance of "The Bar
racks," but that it was to cost Barbara
Sarstalrs little or nothing, I evidently
looked as surprised as I felt. Duke de
lights In puzzling people, and he was
cnjolng himself, but he didn't keep me
In suspense long, for he said:
"This Is how I plan to do It. We
have here a fine big house, fully fur
nished and equipped !n every way. All
told, we have twenty-two bedrooms, not
counting servants' quarters. To make
that property really look Its best and
therefore look most salable, we have to
have It in running order. Now It will
cost a lot of money to put 'The Bar
racks' In running order, so when It Is
so fixed I propose running It as a sum
mer hotel !"
"Hell '" I gasped. "I sure never would
have thought of that Cut even then
that doesn't Insure selling It."
"Of course not, but If J'OU wanted tfl
buy a beautiful summer home, would
this place look more attractlvo to jou
as it Is now, or with a number of happy
people giving life to the place? A pros
pective buer could be given a good
dinner and a comfortable bed in the
place. Now he'd be glad to get away
from It. Tho place would be Its owr
sales talk Instead of our having to do all
the selling "
"I see now what you meant when
you said I'd have to spend all summer
here. But what am I to do? I can't
run a hotel, j-ou know, Mr. D JUe "
"Can't jou? Why not? I think j-ou
can with the aid of efficient help7 I
don't expect you to run the hotel, but
mriv tn kpb that It Is run. I'll bo
here much of the time, but. of course,
I'll have to find a purchaser."
'Perhaps," I said, half in fun, "youve
already got your eje on tho purchaser."
"Purchaser, Peter use the plural and
you are all right. I've really a shrewd
Idea of how to go about getting rid of
tho place once we have it running as a
hotel nnd earning us orvau ni
mortgage Intel est."
"Mm?" , , ,
"I plan to Interest one or two hotel
men in the property. Get them to put
up a little money and incorpirate a
company to tnke over 'The Barracks' as
a growing concern. Between us I feel
sure we'll be able to dispose Of enough
stock to Insure a satisfactory deal for
Miss Carstalrs "
"My goodness!" I gasped, "Its going
to take a long time and cost Miss Car.
stairs a bunch of money before you re
through." , ,,...
He nodded his head cheerily. It
take all summer, I expect, but it will
pay handsomely. As It is now, the prop
erty is difficult to sell. -We'd be lucky
to get even as much as $50,000. I plan
to get $200,000 for It. But please say
nothing of my plans to anybody until
they have developed. Better for Miss
Carstalrs to worry for a few months
longer than havo expectations of a for
tune which may not materialize.
"Now I'm going to Boston to see f 1
can get a good hotel man who Is familiar
with running a summer hotel to run
the place under our supen sion on a
profit-sharing plan. Tou had better go
to The Barracks tomorrow and have
Kag'es turn over the keys to jou. He
and his wife can doubtless help you to
get a couple of rooms straight and find
you something to eat. Let hlni i toJ a
he wants to. I'm anxious to find out if
f he Is reliable." , ,..
He passed me a letter irom iu.d. .-.-stairs
to Eagles, which authorized him
to do as I wished. 1 never " j "
mire and wonder at the way Duke thinks
of everything. ,, .
"Speaking of letters," he continued,
"I've received ono from our red-headed
friend."
"Mamie?" I asked.
"Yes we thought she was safely
housed In that preparatory school. She,
Copyrlsht., 1019, br Public
RErA-ENSBER.
MAYBE SHE 'WAS IN r
-n A LOWER 3RADEx'
5k A
"For shame, Bine Jay! You know
the MjBtcrious Knight is not a
poltroonl"
The challenge has gone forth through
all of BIrdland."
As If to prove his words there came
to Peggy's ears faint, faraway calls:
"Hear ye ! Hear ye I The Knight of tho
Tolsoned Sword challenges the Mys
terious Knight to combat!"
"And If he doesn't come j-ou'll have
to fight the Knight of the Poisoned
Sword In his place, becauso he Is your
champion," screamed Blue Jay to Peggy.
"He will como If he hears," retorted
Peggy, staunch In her faith In the
Mysterious Knight. Sho had felt him
to be brave when he was still a stranger,
but when she learned his secret, dis
covering that he was really Billy Bel-
(Copyrliht)
Peter, is
real problem. Read the
letter for jourse'.f.
He passed me a letter which certainly
was unusual.
TODAVS 11U8IXKSH QUIISTIOX
What does "acceptance" meant
Answer .(!! appear tomorrow.
AXSHKK TO .SATURDAY'S 11UHI-
MSSS QUKHTION
A "jobber" is one who buy fiom
importers or manufacturers and
setts to ictatlers.
In thii space Mr. Whitehead will an
swer leaders' business questions on buy
ing, selling advertising and employment.
N 11 easiness Questions Answered
,i 1Iy bHslnt'" ls "Ulnar stoclc for a na
tionally known orsanlzatlon that specializes
In Independent oil stocks I hive worked
put a little canvass of my own but by check-
!7, UD. rT.uJ'7. l mul" admlt I am fr from
pleased with It. It occurred to me that ou
may be Inclined to help a fellow out so
am uopi to make an honest appeal to sou
for a little adWce.
How would jou approach a business man
.. "a U "toclc proposition that pais
better than 10 pr cent In dividends and
.s..K?od ""ccutative possibilities?
Will sou b (rood enounh to let me hae.
Bay. about twents-fhe lines on what you
would consider an idsal canvass for my
proposition? ,
1 shall Immediately, put jour "presenta
tion to work and will let you know the
percentase of Increase In results over my
method. x. Q.
Don't spend time trying to find an
Ideal canvass. An ideal canvass ls only
THE DAILY NOVELETTE
HOME, SWEET HOME
By Edgar W. Swift I
ABHIDn of but a few months, Mrs
Itajmond could certainly be pardon
ed for carefully patting down her hair
and giving numberless peeps in the mir
ror ai 0 o'clock approached,
A key rattled K the latch and her
nusDana rounded up the stairs. After
the hug was over and she was once
again patting down her hair and smooth
ing a misplaced ruffle, she looked at him
anxiously.
"Dear," In a mild tone, "didn't you
forget to leave your rubbers outside?"
"So I did. but never mind. I'll re
member next time. What aro j'ou giv
ing me for supper? Fine," as she enu
merated dainties "Just what I like."
Supper was half over when Mrs Ray
mond strained nnothT anxious glance
across tho table. "Bert," she admon
ished, "don't jou see a little spot on the
tablecloth near jour plate? You really
must be careful, dear. A cloth ought
to be kept clean for two weeks and Mrs
Biggs complains If I have too largo a
wash."
Her husband continued eating wltn
unabated relish. "Sorry, babe; guess I
nm a little careless, but u man can't
think of little things all the time. As
for Mrs. Biggs," belligerently, "you tell
her If she doesn't want to do the wash
ing somebody else will We shall have
to send the car over for her, next," with
fine taroaam.
Supper over, Mr. Raymond pushed
back his chair and sighed with deep
batlsfactlon, then, tnklng his paper, went
Intp the living room, but returned almost
Immediately. "Whew," he exclaimed,
"it's cold in there tonight. Guess I'll
sit out here for a change. Won't be in
the wav. shall I?"
A look of consternation came Into his
wife's face. "Well, I suppose not, dear,"
she answered, 'but, really, j6u know 1
uuu l line to nave you smone m
here."
An lmnatlent frown beean tn deeDen
between her husband's eyes. "Well, I
won't smoke, then, but I'm not going
Into that Icehouse tonight." He set
tled himself as comfortably as possible
In one of the.strnlght-backed mahoganj
chairs, wriggled about, and finally
pulled another one nearer to him on
which he placed his feet. But his wife's
horrified reproof brought an end to this
transitory comfort,
"Oh, Bert, dear, jou will surelv put
your heel through the leather., and you
know how expensive furniture Is now.
Please don't do It. It makes me feel
bad to see you so cnreless of things
for which jou worked so hard!"
Her husband arore, slowly, A little
bard gleam had come Into his eyes. "I
think, If you don't mind," he said, "that
I'll run over to Simpson's for a while.
Met him on the train tonight and he
wants to show me some relics a cousin
of his brought home from the war."
A lump roBe in the joung wife's
throat, but she was too proud to ask
By HAYWARD
I-edeer Co.
MOW LET ME See. I
RclvVEWBER AM AMN O'HlGGIWS
IM OUR CLASS BUT I DOAl'T
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glum In lisgutse, she knew that thiro
couldn't be any question of his courage.
Of course tho birds didn't know him to
bo Billy, nnd so they had tho same
doubts of him that they would have had
of a stranger, even though he had so
gallantly proved his valor in the ad
venture of the Three Tests.
"Hear yel Hear ye! I will give the
Mysterious Knight one more chance be
fore I proclaim him a poltroon,"
screamed Blue Jay.
A pounding of hoofs around a bend In
the road told of a horseman coming
swiftly. Fast, fast, fast he galloped, the
noise of his approach drowning out
Blue Jay's shrieks.
"HI yl I Hi yl I Who dares io call the
Mysterious Knight a poltroon?" And
Into view dashed the Knight himself, his
armor glistening In the sunlight. Seeing
the assembled birds with Peggy In their
midst, he reined up sharply.
"Fair Princess, I greet you. What
is this challenge I hear?"
"King Bird wants you to meet the
Knight of tho Poisoned Sword In a tour
ney," answered Peggy quickly. "Who
Is the Knight of the Poisoned Sword?"
"I know not, neither do I care. IJ
accept the challenge."
"But you ought to know before you
accept the challenge," protested Peggy.
"Who Is the Knight of the Poisoned
Sword?" she asked the Birds.
"We don't know," they chorused. "He
must be a terror with a name like that"
"Tou will find out who he Is on the
Jousting field," screamed Blue Jay.
"King Bird awaits you at the hollow
beside the old mill."
(In the next chapter toill be fold
how the Knight faces an unexpected
foe.)
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money. people wim plenty of
vasTUmaJrnaIi'Ca,3y hi"e a splendid can
?'..' D:rIlaps you are telling It to
dKeMrHS pcopIc' "oughly you may
fhne.al1 P!peols lnto two classes.
S?Se ?.Xhl 5"" 5?" and absoT
wiiTi ,;' "Hucu. una mose who are
wining to take chance for a big re-
JTrom your ltter It would anDear tha
Ta,U,L PfPos'tlon would appeal to the
salM taakShtnrfi,pLe' lc tnls '3 o yoS?
sales talk should bo a combination nV
S5S,tf.n0lnK to 8h0W the saTe y of y0S5
proposition and roughly tending to show
stock! remendous'y bte rrofits in the7
mi.four,prosPects are of the first class
mentioned, your sales talk should be
first facts relative to the absolute Tsafitv
of the proposition nnd then state that
In spite of this absolute safety stock t
SifiK-a. dlv,d"" larger than Is a !
Ihll te?n l?i,i8Uch Bafe investments i
stlnrt it ihm. class appeal to the in
stinct of cautiousness nnd in the first
class appeal to the sporting instinct
If jou remember that everybody buys
?0hJVa,,lsfy. somo Peculiar instinct
such as desire for protection, love and
what not whatever you say about your
proposition should be such'a nature as
an appeal to the instincts which you be
lle e are the ones that your proposition
will most satisfy you will be on the
right track.
You must forgive me for not writing
up on ideal canvass for you. I obviously
write up Bo-called sales canvasses, but
that takes days of time and costs liun.
dred3 of dollars. Follow the sugges
tions, however, nnd I am sure that you
can work out your own canvass.
him to stay. But who were the Simp
sons, she wondered. Her husband had
becomo acquainted with the man on
the train, two weeks previous, and since
that time had visited them four or five
evenings. True, he had always urged
her to go with him, but she had in
variably refused. She determined that
she would not wait for this woman to
call on her, but would go to the Simp
son home the next day.
f-TrVt0 her resolve the next afternoon
round her on the steps of the home her
husband found so attractive. A motherly
woman of about sixty opened the door.
I am Mrs. Raymond," she said, simply.
and I should llko to see Mrs. Simpson."
..T,Then an unexpected thing happened."
"Why, come right in, dear." the woman
before her was saving, hospitably. "I
have meant for a long time to get over
2!?d.le,e yo!;' but ?m know how it is,
one thing after another " And. stil
talking, she ushered her visitor into
the roomiest, most comfortable living
room she had ever seen.
w Ba.ti,.wave .l rellet Bwet over
1 .. , .tnls was tne woman cf whom
foh5d .beLn JjaIous: this woman old
enough to be her mother! But sud
denly, as her distrait manner dawned
on her, she turned to apologize, but
Mrs. Simpson had not noticed her aber-r.?ron.-,,
She was 8tl" talking cheerful
mi !?nCU?e me' chlId' J"81 c" min
ute, while I open a window out here."
was 8ayuif-, ."Our respective hus
bands were smoking here last night."
she began whimsically, when Mrs. Ray
mond Interrupted her:
.i,rh'. Mrs- S'mpson, you don't allow
them to smoke In this lovely room,
do you?" sho asked, faintly. '
"That's what makes It Icvely for m
n?.lithen?J,lear'"- th.e flderly wiman ?.
Piled. "Because it In a ni t. .
J!?.? 1 fe' when he leaves the worry "5S
fh.dr.fir' of, ' c'ty: to know that
whi.t. 1 1 ',mt? "" nis tne home
which his work made possible. I've
E. ."A" .said' dear," she added, shrewd
ij, that If a man can make tho money.
ILw?.rnan JOUBht t0 mnk the home
And It's a dangerous thing when a man
cannot find comfort under his oh loof. "
Look at those papers." fondly, '"It lakes
me only a few minutes the next morn
ing to pick them up, and It wou'd make
Jim unhappy If I nagged him about
them. But, excuse me, dear; heie vou
are good enough to come nnd see ine,
and all I have done is to run on with
lot of foolish tnllc."
The disciple of correct detail rore Im.
petuously and hold out her hands. "Mrs.
bimpson," sho said, "if that is foolish
talk please teach me more of It." And
when she left after an hour's call she
had acquired the wisdom that only a
few women possess until the yeais im
press it.
She went straight to a furniture store,
and when she came out, although theie
was quite a hole In their modest sav
ings, she felt happier than ever before
In their married life.
The following night when Bert came
home It wns muddy very muddv. He
looked down at the rubbers he had
forgotten to remove with a . . uln air
of guilty defiance. "Babo." he said, "I
Just can't etem to remember'
But she interrupted him. "Dear," she
said solemnly, "I wentito Mis. Simp
son's yesterday. I will admit that I
have been foolishly Jealous of her"
"Yes," as his astonished laugh i ang out.
"I suppose a big, foolish dea.' tike yod
never thought to tell me her ige. But
however, I've learned th.nib." She
pulled 'him by an astonished arm hilo
the living room, which had suddenly
acquired a comfy, homey atmophre.
"See that big chair?" she asked bientli
lessly, "and that one, and the third one
In the corner. And see that couch and
all those pillows? Well, they are for',
jvu iv utiuK ineui nero anu nave inem.
smoke anywhere you wish. And Bert."B
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..it, Huunt ixxiiiiBiKaii, it you Winn lu
put your feet on the mantel you may
do so without further nagging from me.
I've been a fool long1 enough and had
a house, but no home,"
"Hurrah I" finally came from the at
tonlshed lips of her spouse, "Attaglrll
Some wife!" Thep, a little seriously,
"Well, babe. It's home, sweet home at
last. Isn't itr , 1
"Yes, dear,", elie replied happily, "Nt
only a place to llvebut a homo,"
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