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THE RED LANE
BEAD THIS FIRST
t j vetal Bcaulfeu, keeper of an Inn
,-iv- on the Maine Canadian border, prom
ises his daughter Evangeline to
David Itol, leader of border smug
glers. The girl refuses to marry
Rol nnd becomes a teacher in a
school at Atteent. She loves and
Is loved by Norman Aldrlch, a "Yan
kee" customs ofllcer. When, lum
ber dealers attempt to drle away
Acadian squatters there Is talk of
rebellion and the school in burned
down. Aldrlch helps Representa
tive Clifford to frame a bill which,
If 'passed bj the Legislature, will
enable the peasants to Keep their
homes. Louis Ulals, an attomov
inciting the peasants to mutlnj. is
a traitor to them, for he has sold
out to the lumber dealers. Father
Leclair warns his flock against Ulals,
Who, alleging that the priest Is med
dling in politics, gets the bishop to re
move him. Ulals seeks Clifford's seat
and Rol brings his renegades to
town to help Ulals win by keeping
reputable citizens from the polls
Evangeline spoils their plans by ap
pearing at the polls and making a
personal appeal to the men, all of
them Acadlans like herself. In the
nisantime Anaxagoras Ullledeau, a.
fiddler, carrjing a petition signed
by the peasants asking that I'ather
Leclair be returned to them, goes to
the "big cltj" and finds difflcultv In
reaching the bishop, but meets him
THEN READ THIS
CLICK CLACK' Tho hoofs weie now
on the stones of the street, and the
phaeton was passing In the shadows of
great buildings. There wcro mam
clattering wagons, and cars rushed
past, and the bishop was Intent Upon
his reins. He did not speak. Yes
it was a dream It was only more of
that unspeakable jostle and hurry and
tumult of the city he had been hating
and fearing Its dreadfulness put Into
more hideous contrast by that serene
figure at his side and all for his woe
and his undoing for he must w'aken
Clack-clock, click clack on and on' .
Through canjons of roaring stieets,
across squares w here humanity flow ed I
and eddied. AVhat deils were those '
fiends who sent such dreams as this ,
to torture the soul of a poor fiddler
who had tried so haid and had failed'
Then, at last, softened blows of the
hoofs upon loose gravel I
, The white horse had drawn them i
under the archwa of the bishop's i
gate.
Bllledeau could hear his heart beat
now, beating like the sound of gallop
ing hoofs I
Under the sunset gloom of the porte i
cochere! The oak dooi was flung
wide. No longer tho Jealous crack of
an ppening that had greeted the poor
petitioner from Attegat. Obsequious
attendants came trailing their robes
td the carriage's side. Thej ga e hands
to the bishop. ,
"Follow me, my son " directed the
reverend man. "Lea e j our bucket. It
will be cared for."
Anaxagoras Billedeau had- no side
glances for the astonished faces of
those who received the bishop Ills
eyes, as round and as hard as mirbles,
were on the enerable, bowed figure
ahead of him.
Through the bare and echoing hall,
up broad stairs, past double portals,
' .nm whpre he stocdj.
not daring to raise his eyes'
When he did lift them, at last at
sound of the bishop's voice his star-.
tied vision took In tho broad band of
purple that incased the great man's
waist, the purple fringe of the little
cape, and he saw the great puiple
stone of the bishop's ring He sank to
his knees. No, this could not be a
dream!
"Rise rise, my son' Sit theie We
are to1 have a talk, you and I. It
seems that I should know some things
concerning our parish that I hae
not understood."
He began to question gentlj. He
patted the packet of papers He asked
about the names.
And, after a time, the great lump in
the throat of the fiddler was pressed
down by his trembling fingers. At
first he quaxered answers to questions
"uu " ua,eu - ralse " e' aDe
the purple band. The face he saw
was benignant, placid, reassuring. The
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mouth that could set Itself so straight
ly on occasions, the brows that could
knit, as the wrinkles so plainly in
dlcated, now expressed toleration,
kindness, expectancy. The bishop of
the diocese knew men; and he had
been touched to his depths by this
appealing emissary from the north
this poor man who expressed humility
and reverence and awe so profoundly.
A "psychological instrument"! Saga
cious old patriarch Clifford, a man
whd had studied men! You would
have reveled ln that scene ln the great
chamber of the bishop of the diocese.
For Bllledeau heartened, sympathy
drawing language from him as natu
rally as the sun draws moisture from
the sea, gave out his story from the
full reservoir of his being.
The bishop leaned his head back
against the dark leather of his chair.
Interlaced his long, white fingers, and
gazed at the celling.
As Bllledeau talked, the simple elo
quence of his full heart rushing from
his lips, tho bishop saw strange pic
tures take form In the shadows of the
ceiling's moidlngs.
He could look into the homes, the
plain little homes which dotted the
. green hills of the alley of the far
St, John, He coijld hear tho plain
tive whirr of the spinning wheels, the
chatter of the children, the croon of
the old Acadian chansons. He could
; Bee the quiver of the blue blaze above
,tho hillside farms, the sheen of the
lights on the ripples of the river. He
, eould hear the tinkle of hoe against
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,ur xie neara me inriii or xne music
"f'-'Aj wnen ne poor "lks K"tened tnelr
"i fS toll wlHi a. dancb on the crass.
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Y,"T., He neara me menow ueu or me par
ish church of Attegat peal us 6um-
1 mons across the meadow where the
"'Sunday calm breftthed abox e the alders
' mi hushed the brooks. He saw the
'lBg-lines of buckboards winding down
KHMird the village -square under the
f, white dust, lie saw little
house, his rusty cassock dragging on
his heels
He saw hlmtuinisteilng to his peo
pie, understanding them, lolng them
as simple as they In faith and honest
endeaor to inako tho most out of I
what tliev found In Attegat '
The little door of the big barn
how that picture did glow In the
shadows of the celling' The big bain '
of the palish of Attegat, wheie thrift extending tho document to the piiest
and need found a clearing house th it "Jt Is nn oulei Notlfj the lcai gen
stiuck Its tiue balance for the good of eial I Imp icstoiod 1'athti Lcclair
the people' to his p.nisli to tho people who need
The bishop caught the excitement of i him '
that night of couriers He fondled the' Ilillrdiuu wept silently nol Knowing
packet on his knee ns the old man tint he wept The teais fell upon
i elated how the I'elletleis the Ci the hinds that flushed his old hat
the Aichambcaults, and the lleberts, 1 lie bishop wiote ngiiln Ho tinned
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had awakened and wept and signed
and piajed.
And the bishop could feel the eagei
wistfulness of tlntl waiting people who
listened now for the news which was
to come from that loftj chamber of
his far down b the s,ea where he
i leaned back and watched the pictures
in the shadows on the ceiling An en
, tliely new sense of lesponsibllln came
' to the bishop; it was a thrill of au-
thority, almost. That isolated country
of the border! He had almost foi
gotten how great was his power to
make oi to mat.
"Go on, my son" he mm mured
when Anaxagoras paused ' have
much to learn "
And then he heard the story of the
disputed lands, the tale of the ciowded
farms, as narrow in these das as
lanes There were sad pictuies in the
ihadows cieaking wagons loaded with
poor Measures of despoiled nomes, and
w omen and children following, -weep-
ing, behind the wagons like mourners
plodding after the hearse that held
their hopes
Ah, then the bishop murmuted as
he listened, and the wrinkles deepened
in his forehead.
"Walt one moment mj good son "
he commanded, and he iang a bell
Along the hush of the corridor with
out came heels striding stuidilv. Ft
was Father Callahan who entered
"Listen to this man what he sass
of the land of Attegat (Jo on my
son"
The fiddlei obeyed
Theie was an end at last
The bishop lowered his ee fiom
the celling and came forward to the
edge of his gieat chair
"I haxe not understood all of this
affair till now," he said ' There is
a solemn duty ahead of us Out of
the mouths of children cometh wis
dom but the listener must be wise to
understand "
His face was stein
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He tevolved his chnlr slowlv until
it fnied his desk Ho diew panel
to him dipped his pen, nnd made the
cross ,it the head of the sheet with
flim stiokes lie wiotc and there
a no sound In the loom except the
sciatcli-scintih of tho pen Ho signed
and folded tho papci
"Toi ou I'athei Callahan he said,
Pere I eiluir i with his people once more
ind held the papei towaid the old
Iltl.llei
' Foi ou inv faithful on You
shall i an j it home in place of the
packet ou have hi ought It tells soui
people th it ou h.ne done join' ei
rand as 1 behove no other man could
hae dune it foi simple filth can
moe mountains At least, it can
make a bWiop see his dut '
The old man stumbled toward the
outstretched hand, and the bishop
gae him ills blessing as he knelt and
tecehed the piecious papci
"I place thia man in our hands,
Father Callahan. I detail jou to per
form the dun which is plain and
pressing Go with this man into the
north. He will lead jou to Father Lc
clah. 1 wish him to receive the nows
of this lestoiation from joui lips with
mj blessing. Father Leclair and this
man know the people Go with them
fiom end to end of the district where
all these troubles ate piesslng so hea
ll Learn about thebe lands and these
evictions, and find out the names of
the parties who aie responsible. Get
lnfoimatlon that can be used for evi
dence, and arrange foi witnesses. For
I shall go down befoie the next Legis
lature and take up the cause of my
people in the north with all the power
that God may grant to me in m old
age "
He walked to the dooi with Anaxa
goias Billedeau, his hand on the fid
dlers shoulder
'Goodnight and safe home to jou,
my son," lie said gently "Be troubled
no longei Father Callahan will smooth
all the wa foi jou aftei this"
How did the goou IeieLecliIi come
back to Attegat bat K to his people
and fits stone house and his garden?
There weie scenes that day such as
Attegat will not soon forget gay
scenes pathetic scenes'
Tho long street of the illage with
tho has-e of dust above the heads of
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rodders," "The Skipper and the
Skipped," etc.
, tho people foi the word has gone on
ln advance of the little priest, and tho
wheels of the flocking buckboards
have been rattling along light vlgor
ously ns the Norman horses pattered
.their vvaj to town'
The massing throngs, faces alight
and tongues chattering!
Swirl and sway of elbowing gioups'
Child! en with arms heaped high with
hailing e ci gi ten and women huirjlng
feeilsil to finish the rude arch of
welcome uudei which the priest must
i Ide
Notai Plcne Gendieau on the
steps of his ofllce, peoring townid the
blow of the long hill and wiping tho
niolstute fiom his spectacles ns often
as he peei foi ftai that ills ejcslght
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may miss the fiist hint of that for
which he is looking
Representative Clifford, bv the no
tarj's side, meditating on the news of
the bishop's Intel est In the matter of
the lands, and acknowledging again
that God Knows the details of His own
business best
And, on the brow of the long hill,
Norman Aldiich and Evangeline,
daughtei of her people, waiting hand
ln hand, outposts of the affection of
devoted Attegat!
A puff of white dust above the
trees on the blow of the hill'
Father Leclair has come home!
Off with the hats!
l'ere Leclair Is with his people once
more.
And Tiddler Billedeau played for the
flj ing feet that evening, "under the
orchard trees and down the path to
the meadows "
etal Beaulieu's Hiding Place
A UTUMN came to Attegat and
" lashed the trees with the thongs
of the driving rains. The limbs were
stripped bare and the domed hills
showed their desolate rocks.
The summer has consolations for
tho poor. ' When the skies were blue
and the air was balmy and the birds
sang, the lively temperaments of
Acadia lose above their troubles. They
who had been driven from their homes
in the clearings to the crowded houses
of the river alley had a bit of hope
and all of outdoors to cheer them
And tho puissant priest from far
away, the father who xvas near the
gieat bishop, had been among them
and had promised intercession.
But wlien the rains beat upon the
windows of the little houses, and
the eaves wept all night long, and the
women and the children could not stir
abroad, and tho men damply hugged
the kitchen fires in the crowded
houses then the poor folk sat with
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elbows on their knees nnd were sad.
Thero had been plenty of room wl-en
the summer Invited out-of-doors But
the houses in the river-valley were
loo full when all weio forced to seek
refuge from the weather.
There had not been time to build
other houses theie was no land
where other houses could bo built. The
tjiants of the tlmbei -lands were un
lelenling And hopes grew dull under
the dull skies
Tlnougli tho clouds their sun of joy
had shone In one gloilous burst of
radiance. Not soon would they foigct
the icturn of the good Father Leclair!
But Fathei Leclair was now waiting
and hoping like tho lest of his people.
To be sure, he could see farther tnan
thev. The plans of Repicscntntlve
Cllffoid nnd the glowing expectations
of Noiinan Aldiich, moio roseate aftei
he had come back fiom a conference
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little pi lest, I'ather Callahan's x islt
and Interest nnd the determination of
tho bishop to take action in behalf of
his people of far Attegat seemed a
piomlso that had a touch of divine in
tercesslon in It But the poor people
weio suffeiing. Winter was heralded
by tho sough of the leafless branches
and the ioar of the autumn rains; and
man mn had been obliged to leave
theii llttlo crops to wither and mold
in the forest's clearings.
Father Leclair walked on the blown
grass beside his gai den-plot, his old
hound at his hr"ls and heard the wind
whistle through tho stumps of stalks
and dead heibnge, gazed at the little
door of tho big barn, and wondered
whether tho resources of his dealing
house would enduro through the dirk
days which weio piesslng upon them
Lonesomo indeed was the aspect of
tho gaunt, s'ark chimnejs which
mniked wheie the big school orce
loomed so giandlj.
It was good to know that the bishop
now undei stood better what that
school had stood for In Attegat and
what it proposed to stand foi. The
word which had come to Pere Leclaii
fiom the bishop was comfoitiug
But tho plight of the school when
the rains camo and the tiees veic
-hipped was sad when one loved the
childieii and understood what thej
needed
The. little town house was ciowdtd
bv those who tolled with the tools ana
weio learning tho trades A room hem
and thero In a home was lufned, and
duty garrets weie swept and gai
nlshed for the use of Master Donhnm s
pupils Hut the school missed tint
happy and impelling splnt of fiatei
nlty and co operation which had milk
ed the dijs in the girat new bullriimr
on tho hill Rppiesentative Cllffoid
wondeied whether ho would be able
to convince another leglslatnie that
Attegat was still deserving, lie shaied
Master Donham's convictions as to the
origin of that flie. hut tnu mcen
dlniles had coveied their trail and kept
their seciet well. It would mike th?
beiglng for more monej" a haider task
while those who had destiovcd le
malned unpunished; the representn
tive worried over tho situation nnd
vainly delved for conclusive evidence.
But thero was another mj'sierv of
the border that was moie ominous,
more puzzling.
Where was Vetal Beaulleu, of
Monarda''
On that gilm dav of the leglsiitive
convention men had whlspoied a
sinister question In the ear of Noiman
Aldrlch
In those later las of bleak autumn
the question, "Wheip is Vetal Eoau
11611""' was not whispered on tho
holder. The querj ran from mouth to
mouth Men asked It of each other
in tavern, at church, In store, and
when they met on the highvay
All up and down the bolder little
hoaids of money were tucked awaj- in
clock case or in cupboaul's cranny,
waiting for the call of Vetal Beau
lleu, who was wont to dun his debtors
and would not accept excuses or do
laj s But Vetal Beaulleu did not ap
pear to demand! Men with monej
In their fists, wonjlng over their
debts. Knocked xalnlj" on the door of
the house In Monarda clearing
Norman Aldrlch had knocked there
oftener than an one else He was
seeking Vetal for that man's talk; but
most of all he was urgent for the sako
of Evangeline, wistful and anxious in
tho north, grieving over tho memory
of that bitter night when she had
seen her father for the last time.
During many hours of meditation she
had reviewed her attitude towatd her
father. He had been harsh, unreason
ing and obstinate, but the Injury must
be grave, Indeed, that a ghl cannot
forgive in her father. In her remorse,
because her woman's better nature
had foiced her to be undutlful, she
pleaded her father's cause before her
hearts trlDunai; ana, as ino aays
went on, she longed more and more,
earnestly to go to him and prove that
she loved him.
But the door of Beaulieu's place was
not opened to Aldrlch's knock when
he went a9 envoy for Evangeline and
pleaded for his own cause.
(CONTINUED TOMORROW)
The Viewpoint
Whenas I walked I viewed with Jaundiced eje
The playful methods of the speeding "chauff '
Who thought it fun to speedllj fly by
The spot, mldstreet, on which I wished to loaf;
His strident horn, with raw catarrhal trumps
Assisting me to jump the Jumpy jumps.
Ah. me! What follies virulent infest
'Ihe minds of men where envy sharp holds swaj !
At last I know pedestrians are a pest
That balk the faithful auto on its waj.
Now Reason's lamp shines on me from afar
As one of Fate's elect! I own a car!
GRIF ALEXANDEH
DREAMLAND AD VENTURES-ByDaddy
"THE POISONED SWORD"
(King Illrd challenges the Jfiie
rlowi Knight to meet the KMght uf
the rolsoncd Sitord in Knightly com
bat )
the ron that squealed
TT'IN'O Itlrrl linil rlinsin n RnlnnrlM
JLVspot for the tourney he proposed to
hold between the Mjslerlous Knight and
tho Knight of tho I'olsoned Sword. Tho
hollow beside the old mill hid high,
sloping banks on all sides except one,
where It opened on the forest In the
center was a level lawn. This was
like the arena of a circus, while the
slopes round nbout wero like tiers of
circus seats
The birds, eagei to sec the tourney,
quickly covered the slopes, leservlng a
fine plate In tho center for I'eggj. Ulllj
Belgium ns tho Mysterious Knight and
Balky Sam, ns his gallant steed, gal
loped nrcund the arena, while the Knight
swung his swoid vigorously to show
xv hat lie would do to an enemy If nn
enemy vvhero there, '
'III, j I, Klnc Bird, brine on xour
champion," he shouted defiantly
"wait a minute," cried King Bird
from the forest, and presently he nnd
his followers came In lugging a largo
pear-shaped lump of clay Tljjs they
imen io mo lop or n. stump
King Bird grew vexed when ha saw
the big crcwd of birds gathered on tho
slopes
Here, vou folKs. jou'll have (o mv to
Fee this show," 1 e shrieked ''Admission
Is one fat Insect for grown-ups nnd
ono lean insect for children "
".Vonscnse," exclaimed the Cnlght "A
tourney Is an amateur sport It's al
was free "
Is It? ' asked King Bird "Well all
BRUNO DUKE,$Glver of Business Problems
By HAROLD WHITEHEAD, Author of "The Busmen Career of Peter Flint;' etc.
THE PROBLEM Or THE EMPTY
MANSION
Mamie Again Intrudes
irtTrlllLE jou read Mamie's letter."
iVsald Bruno Duke, "III pick mv
gilp. for I want to catch the next train
to lloston "
I began to reid Mamie s letter eag'erlj.
for anything tint Mamie said or did
was unusuil her exciting Introduction
to us. as Bhe rnn screaming from her
diunKcn father tlinnk heavens he died
, the midnight episode with Fly Able,
her burglar companion such things pre
pared one for the unexpected This is
what I reid
Mi Biiino Duke
Mr Duke. Deir Sli I come hack
from the sKule bctos tliev aist me to
leave an 1 lef anjhow Book lerning
Is line nnd 1 ain't hid none not to
speke off
Tint theiii mlssl3 hoi ton Is a cat
she sev to nic vou are wild nnd need
to lie tamed nnd I go with ihe other
girls to a big room with lots of bed"
with wo'lin bonids between them I
put mft hag onto bed nnd slip me doe
In mv kick and after atlme we all go
to i skulc room
liiem girls Is all llttlei than me but
I no nothing to them nn wenever that
hoi ton nt nrst me n question I F.iv
serch me She sej- wats a roim and
1 sev a woman wots shut up In a houe
and (ant get pllced nn the kkls lirf
She sev I mike a fule of her In I siv
It woint me she wa' that w u afore
I cum on the kids all larf Then sho
"p I orto be nshimed an I ain't not
no sen"e nn a lot like that I tel her
to fhut hei face nnd she don t so I
up and blf her where no feller ever
kissed hei she po ugly
She en iw bck an Im washing
dishes foi mltls locKwood shes nl
ilght nnd sev staj with hei hut I gotto
write vou so I "do 1 m tonv to lip Uke
this foi I wanti do the level tb jou
but wasn't I alrkrht,
MAMIU r-LI'PF
1 ought ta explain tint as Miinile Knew
no other name, than Mamie, Duke had
laughlngb said.
Well have to give xou a name so
we'll name jou 'Cleff.' after the house."
and Mamie Cleff she's been ever sine
Duke bad decided that the restless,
fleiy and original nature would fooii
break bounds It confined to tho hum
chum labor of an ripartment house scrub
woimn, so had sent her to a boarding
school ln the, hope tlifit she would get
the fundamentals of an education and
some of tho refinements of social life
Her letter Epelt failure for that effort
By this time Duke had ( his grip
packed
"Walk to the station with me, Peter,
for I iinnt to glxe jou a suggestion re
garding Earn Eagles, the caretaker of
The Barracks." "
"All right," I said "My opinion of.
Eagles Is poor, nnd If he gets balky or
refuses to toe the mark, I'll "
I never finished that remark, for Duke
snapped-
"Don't tilk foolishly, iPeter Your
opinion of Eagles is of no value Only
real knowledge of him Is worth while
Do, please, remember that a man's value
must not be measured by his personality,
but by what he knows and does If I
refused to work xvlth people whom I did
not like, I would be a poor ltlnd of busi
ness man Just because I don't happen
to like a fellow does no), say that he Is
no good he may be a much more val
uable man than I am. Don't let jour
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"Trot out your champion," cried
the Mysterious Knight
right, but Its a shame I tnn't get a good
meal out of managing It,"
"Trot cut jour champion,' cried the
Mvsterlous Knight. I want to see this
Knight of tho Poisoned Sword"
"You'll see him soon enough." an
swered King Bird "And then jou 11 be
torrj "
There wis a loud crashing ln the
woods, then a volley of grunts, followed
bj' an ear-piercing squea'. Something
was coming Rwlftly toward the arena.
"Here ho Is the Knight of the Poi
soned Sword," shrieked the Birds They
clustered closer together and prepared
to take to their wings If danger came
too near
The Mjsterlous Kniglit turned his
gallant steed toward the woods nnd
waited, sword ln hand Tho crashing
(fopyrltht)
personal likes and whims influence your
judgment The truo executive is he who
can read below the surface appearance
of people and use tnelr ability to the
best advantige "
There was nothing I could siy except
that I saw mj mistake
"One more thing," admonished Duke,
"don t let jour Knowledge Intrude Itself
on Eagles Let him think what he
wishes AsK his 'advice and suggestions'
on whit to do with 'The Birracks,' but
tell him nothing of our plans "
He climbed aboard the Bcton train
ind I returned to tho hotel
TODVX'S ItLSIMISS 01.I.STI0X
What (s an arccplort
jlnmci wiU appear tomoiroic.
A.XMM.lt TO M.KTI'ltlt'Vs HLSI
M.SS CIUI.STION
".Icceijfancc" is an agreement by
the dtau.ee 0 negotiable papri to
pay the same. Agreement to tetms
off ci cd.
tvr, ,Jn,P'u '.' WMlchcad mil an
inn .liP en J"'a'"css Z( '' oil buy.
ing, selling, adiertMng and employment.
Business Questions Answered
rSr-erh?urffl'?
A manufacturing concern pent mit i
ImsVu "to "auverllLl?" """ S"0Uld ba
pimiion ror other purposes
contends that regardless of whether or
?roua'l,e .hhV f ,'t",1.n" "Pnroprlatlon l "
tlBlne should be charsed td adver.
on'f'VS,!n Sin?-7 illtere,,tlng matte'i and
one i am glad to comment on
nothing s,,ie,.of thB "PProprlatlon has
citlnnS vnite,ifr do. "I,n its classlfi
,, ,, N?'' 'l11 advert s ng is done with
the idea of helping sale-, q'ther direct v
v e- i,' nre0t,lv' M be"ef Is that the "a
vc. Using depaitment should be put of
the sales department and the advertis
ing manager should leallv be tho assist
ant sales manager
I can Imagine a decided objection to
THE DAILY NOVELETTE
An Adventure
By Marion C. Lecsam
THR bell sounding "Lights Out" at
the llttlo Holden Seminary had rung
about an hour ago, but If nny one had
peeped Into one of the rooms on the
third floor they vould have wondered If
the reserved matron. Miss Be'nton. hadn't
made a mistake in the time for retire,
ment
A bevy of whispering girls, their faces
lighted up bv the ray of one lone candle
on tho dresser, were huddled on Jo
v entworth's bed. Jo, short for Joseph
ine, was the life of the sedate little col
lege, situated In the outskirts of New
lork. Wherever there was a d'sturbance
of nny kind, Jo was sure to be at the
head of it, and many times Miss Benton
had thought ,lo would have to pack up
nnd leave for home, but then. Jo would
plead, ln her lovable, winsome way, and
she was nlwajs given one more chance.
"It would Just be heaps of fun," said
Jo oxcitedlj".
"If we could only do It without being
caught." said Beth Stewart, "but some
ohm will .bo sure to seo us."
"Now 'listen." said Jo "I've got It
all planned The dance ls Wednesday
night. We'll leave right after supper,
and get one of the men to take us to
Crompton in the machine, and bribe
him pot to tell Then surely some one
nt the dance will have a car and bring
as back."
"I hope we'll have a good time," said
one of the other girls "We've had
nothing but books books, books till I'm
sick and tired of them "
"And a dance with real men " said
Jo. "I'm so glad the college is open
again, now that the war ls over, and
the boys are back."
It was a very happy party that drove
over the country roads to the dance.
"Wonder If Kenneth Bojd'wlll be
there. Jo," whispered Beth "Remem
ber the quarrel jou two had last year?'
By HAYWARD
drew closer, and then out from the for?
est dashed (i gigantic pig a great bonr
"HI, yl, on guard, Knight of the Pol
soned Sword, for I'm going to cut n.
sl'ce of ham 1" shouted the Mysterious
Knight. Forward bound his faithful
steed, and then the faithful steed stopped
short, for the boar gnashed his gleaming
tusks nnd charged straight at Ihe steed's
legs
But the knight didn't stop He went
right on over tho steed's head and land
ed on the back of the boar, his sword
flying out of'hls hand.
".My! but there was a mlx-up then,
The boar let out a terrible squeal and
whlr'cd around and around, trying to
reach the knight with his tusks.' The
knight grabbed tho boar's tale and hung
on for dear life, twisting and twisting It.
The boar ordinarily was bravo enough,
but ho wasn't expecting nnythlng So
this His squeal rose to a shriek, and
he galloped around so fast Peggy grew
dizzy watching him. Then as the knight
jerked and pulled on tho boar's Stubby
tall, trying to keep from falling off,
Peggy's dizziness turned Into wild
laughter
Finally the knight pitched off the boar.
'andlng on his head, but still he hunr,Jrt
to tho boar's tall. Then the boar dash-
ca back Into the woods, throwing the
knight into a big bush as he did so. The
knight picked himself up, whllo the
wnlls of the pig died away ln the dis
tance "There goeo your Knight of the Pol
poned Sword," cried the knight to King
Bird. '
"Why. that's not the Knight or the
Poisoned Sword," answered King Bird.
"When you meet my knight you will bo
the one to squeal."
ftn thfi next chapter the Knight
nccts a foe of another kind)
b'uf n"ftthr0npi?rt 1f adjertfslng managers,
le ?"1 "IK advertising is useless un-'
lesq i is Itficked up by a trood shIm
rhenv7ornr,U,'ndlnK', of the wSPln S
in e work of-the sales manager.
We are agreed, I'm sure, that adver-
""'n '? a, sales stimulus The questfon
?o h0.inhS,l,h?r or not.tne advertising was
to help bus'nes3 is bes de the question
I suggest the following distinction:
,i,i"y ""Personal communication with
il s ?r c,0,n?umers should bo charged
as an advertising expense any personal
communication with the dealer shoufd
,lal as idling expense Thus, If I
mJ-hlm'-rT?1 IeUe.r t0 a dealer ask.
n?..im.i,to. buy ,Kods or explaining a
t a.l.ter' '? W0,ul(1 ,be Ba,es expense If
..,?nt Vi clrcula- letter to dealers,
that would bo advertising expense,
jou ls PerfectI'' clear to
,I.WOUIJ.!'ke,to Bet "om advice In regard
to the mail-order business ra
Do jou think a email Kun five nnd one.
hair Inches long that ehoots a metal rlnr
r considerable distance and slve. It r..
Z"f r,nR.lish "pn- which ciufe." to comJ
article" th 8h00ter' " a eo maJNord!?
.i,.can, 8e" the nun tor ten or fifteen
i "'.". ?.-wa thinking of advertising it
a, the "Funny Hun" because It will rnak.
vou laush Do you think a small ad l"
''eJ under 'Help Wanted" or '"gent.
Wanted anv cood' I am sending you
Picture of the gun and a copy of the ad
J- D- B-
umilaJ- ifun ,of 5r0Urs ,ooks llIe a good
l!ti.IeiSiIler'J,ut r Question whether you
Hn,y'iLbi? ab e t0n se" U at flfteen cents
and make a profit on It You know of
course, that these novelties "offered at
nrofit h,CtCar? not 0,rered to make
profit, but merely to . get names of
people to send the things to whom the
advertiser Bends n catalog. ""ora ln
nJ'n tUev v,er.a, to Ret the money back
on the advertising they would feel per-
tfTlm?1' If you were t "w.
,Vfi.. -Jn tho. PaPers, particularly the
dniiapir?s.0f, a tremendous big' clr
aVfn,',r' I thlri!- J0U would have-Ilttlo
dlttlcultv to get agents to sell j our ar
ticle .ou would do better to handle
.iiiLasaoniiaprency Proposition, than as-a,
direct mall proposition
i.,DonxL, Vhe,c.ut ln yur ndvertls
S o,ur description of It lookB much
2!,.? interesting than the cut does. I
don t think much of the name, "Funny
U' t.: )ou W,?UU Probably do better to
call It the "Boomerang Gun" Have a
of Fun'" Boomerang Gun ls Dot
L'll'r.'i' " voul1 Say Jou to talk this
JS.-, th, BP,me I00" advertising expert,
rho few dollars jou would spend inuet
ting expert advice would amply repay
dSubUel4,egentCrCaSea bUSlnCES y0U W0Ui
won'fh.1 rtwC.mbCTrT,t',but'.of eoue. he
wont ne there He has been trnlnlnt-
STuSsrSr S?x'SXJ &s
g lfrlsaa,wrard0eL "eYy
If Miss Benton hart o0 .l,u'.Ti,
escorted and unchaperoned at a publlo
'atea.'buttlrthoughtsVfarwl1;
TS'S'lf connected with school.
thi'flilsJdurlnB.the intermission after
wi?r1rstT dance that Beth went over to
at V'l0..,-8 BlttLng:' and whispered
"ntfom. WaS there ln hls 0eeas
JYes' l ,saw hlm-" sa'd Jo, trying to
appear uninterested, but her heart wai
beatlnir fast and n t,.i...t".w.?!
wlV"-? herml?f Wlil he dfnee
gottenTl. rbout'meUyh?ernhao5ugrht.
nae'v.a.nd "t was we'' aIon8T In the
evening before Jo saw Kenneth wend
ing his way over toward her. He asked
her to dance In a casual way, and soon
times.Were Blifng oser the floor like old
"How did you happen to come out ta
the dance?" said Jo. '
"I've Just been discharged and fath
er s talking about my coming back and
finishing my last year at college, but
I m afraid that can't be After being
"over there' I never could Bettle down
to studj'. I want to get to work anj
ttart to make my own living. A buncS
of us fellows wanted some fun, so mo
tored out from the city."
Jo then related how they had all
skipped from school and would have to
be going back soon or they would b
missed
"Let me dilve-you back," said Kern
neth. "I can Just make It and get tht
boys on my return "
It way a happy crowd that rode had
ln Kenneth's big gray car, Jo wag
rather quiet in the front side beside Keny
neth, but the crowd In back made utf
for It with their laughter and song
Kenneth took one hand off the wheel
and closed it ovr Jo's soft little hand,
He then whispered: "Can't xve forge
everything, Jo.- and start again, I'v
loved you all the time I've been away, '
and many times when I was lonely my
heart ached for you."
Jo did not reply, but gently squeeze '
Kenneth's; hand.
"And," continued Kenneth, "whlli
you're finishing school, dear, I'll wprH
hard, and then perhaps some day w
can be married and happy."
They reached the seminary only tooi
soon, and ns they alt exchanged good
nights Jo whispered, "Good night, Ken,
dear. I'm so very happy,"
"Run ln now, dear, and don't let Mist
Benton catch jou," said Kenneth ten.
derly, "I'll write you and see you next
week-end." ,
The hum of the gray car soon sounded
in the distance. Jo crept in softly. "Oh.
girls," as she reached her room. "It' ",
too wonderful to be true. Ken and I ar
engaged. If I 'get punished for UtM i
escapade It wllkbe well worth iu"
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