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rrr lAuwuit x icaiuiii ickuiim h lu mci
J home In "Washington unexpectedly,
xuius wie iiuubu ueaei icu, unci unci
4n interval of several hours finds a
Mi an Intprvnl of novcrnl hours fimla n.
" r 1flr1 vni In tlin 1 1Ki-n tr tin n'nen't
ijhccm 4aicsvai 4it mw nuiuijt av iiaou a.
Ed. Tho coro
tho man has
-been dead twelve hours ten hours
'before dlscoery. Eveljn declares
i'tho library bell rang a few mln
'utes beforo she found tho body.
Those present at tho investigation
are, Penfleld, the Coroner: Hayden,
'tho family phjstclan: Mhynnrd. a
Jfirfend of the family; Mrs. Ward, the
i housekeeper, and Hvelyn. Hveljn's
f stepfather, Peter Burnham, In an ex-
" A - .. nH.l liil,nliln nnnrll.
y j.irBnieiy licivuua mm munuiu wiiuj-
'.tjon, meets ins iriena, jumci x-ai-.'trier.
In the restaurant of a Wash-
JMgton hotel, where they are present
'ii Js!na by Kvoljn and Marlon
Van Ness, her friend. Kveln and
Jier stepfather are surprised to see
each other, and Burnham Is further
surprised to hear they hae a guest.
"Another guest'" he asks "Whom
do you mean?"
THEN RED THIS
EVEIjYN shot a half resentful glance
at him, then curbing her hot tem
per which his censorious air and man
ner Invariably aroused, she answered
cheerily. "None other than jour old
friend, Dan Majnard."
"Maynard In town' ' exclaimed i
IjBurnham In pleased surprise.
J "Not only In town, but ho is stop
Jplngr at our house," lattled on Kvclj n
footing with some surprise that Marian
'had permitted her "Itonej-dew" melon
'to be taken away uneaten. "The sen
ants are putting the house In order "
f "Upon my word!" Burnham polished
flils eyeglasses and looked through
Jthem at Eveljn. "Where Is Mrs
jWard7"
"IU," tersely. "Dr Hajden Is look
sing after her, and Marian is coming
tacW to help me take care of. her."
j, Burnham stared at his stepdaughter.
"Mrs. "Ward 111 what next? When
did you and she arrle In Washington,
.Evelyn?"
Palmer, stopping his exchange of
Btnall talk with Marian, glanced at
Evelyn and her expression caused his
Interest to quicken. Kvolyn was not
used to subterfugo and the look she
favored her stepfather with was
ndlcatlve of her feelings.
"We didn't come together," she ex
plained. "Mrs Ward only arm ed this i
'afternoon, while I reached the house
She stopped to help herself to
beefsteak and seeral vegetables. I
"Yes," prompted Burnham, and his
restless glance passed from one com-,
panlon to tho other. "You reached
" A hand was laid on his shoulder
and Maynard cut into the conversa
tion. "
"Pound at last," laughed the actor.
"Evelyn, you told mo to meet you at
the Shoreham and I have been waiting
there until It dawned on me to ti y I
this hotel. How are jou, Burnham,,
and Palmer, too," shaking hands as '
the men rose. '
"Marian, have jou met Mr. Maj-i
nard Mrs. Van Ness?" asked Hveljn '
and Maynard turned to encounter a
pair of dark blown ejes raised to him
.in earnest appeal. The next instant
Marian's hand was taken in a warm
clasp and slowly released as Palmer
made room for Manard to sit be
tween them.
".My wife will be delighted to know
. 1,1 -.,. ui , u I fanned her cheeks. She had tried to A man standing in the shadow of the
Jou have arrived In Washington, said ' .. .,.,,,,,,
1, . ,., , . , forget tho mjsteilous tiagedy while drawing-room door came forwaid.
Burnham. She was overjojed when,, ., , , , , , , 1 ,.. . ., ..,. , ,, , - ,
. ., , ,Jln the hotel, had even baiely men- "Detective Mitchell, sli, of the cen-
sour telegram came stating jou might L, ,,..-,, , , 1 , 1 , , m . , ,., ,,. , ..r
. , . ., , , tloned It to Marian when she picked . tral office," he said politely. I was sent
get here any moment. AVhat brings , .1 ,.,,,,., ., . ,. . .,
.. , a it, , ,, j her up at lier apartment to take her to Investigate the case of the man
jou back to this country, Maynard? 1 ,, 1,,,, ,i, .,i,i ,mnk ifm.n.i ,wi w fi.t. -
"War work," began Ma) nard. "No,
fio soup," he broke off to say to the
waiter. "Bring me whatever Miss
Preston has ordered. Palmer, I hear
SiV jCu have jour hands full with govern
1 T KIiCJll v.uiivtvka lut civh,,!, iciiiKuiaij
office buildings here and at canton
tnents." 1 "All architects are busy these days,"
IfepUed Palmer, accepting another
(iclgar from Burnham. "In fact, every
tine Is busy, I imagine jou have jour
IJiands full at the State Department,
Mrs. Van Ness."
Marian, directly addressed, looked
lip from the bread pellets she was preference to trusting his weight on
arranging in a neat pllo before her. one of the small pivot chairs In the
Well rather, we work night and day." tonneau of the machine, addressed
"It must be a teirlflc strain," ac- Burnham several times, but apparently
Jmowledged Majnard. "So much re-! "Is words were drowned in the rush
ponsiblllty rests, on the State Depart. f lnd occasioned by the speed of
went." There was a haunting quality "" car- for Burnham made no re
in Maynard'a voice which, no matter "Ponse. A short time later the car
.owirlvlal his remark. Impressed his d"w "P t0 tne curb' and topped be
'lUleners. and Marian's heart beat fast ore the Burnham residence.
as 'memory of other scenes rose to
B$iT torment her, but her manner indicated
fe 5y" only polite attention and after a fiac-
S tlon'of a second Maynard continued
his remarks.
"'Washington Is a changed city,"
be stated. "The Shoreham reminded
me particularly of Paris In Its mill-
tf, 1 'Jary appearance, except that the unl
wi fnrma nrft not worn and faded. Bv the
fciffcway, "Burnham, among the French offl-
'icers I met there was Rene La Mon-.'tcue."
w f inTi, nl,A atm-tlful n-rrtnmatlon
check It; and her confusion was so
great that she failed to observe the
lowered looks of two of her com-
panlons. Burnham and Palmer ex-
Y&eftanKea glances, men weir eyes orop-
f " 'lied to their cigars and they smoked
- Jnllence.
"Va. Kvelvn set down her KOblet of
l-aiMtA a -taerA .Innnwt fit llpr elbOW.
7.-VIKA . lv.0w n.wi'-u ..--
telephone has Just corne from
butler, Miss Preston," he ex-
sed, "to ask you to return home.
' Mid Mrt. Ward was quite ill."
Jivelyjx pushed aside her plate. "I'll
at once" she announced. "But
rest of you need not come until
t
fvhave flnlhed." As he spoke
1. rose and Maynard also tossed
bis napkin and stood up.
;it r ', minute," remonstrated
. rBirAvti. -11 mA ur1h vnn.
&m, wkm. Tub Wf Hie
uumrmh '
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Nodding assent, tho actor sped on
his errand, leaving tho others to foi-
" biuvwj. no was iortunato
in seeming a seven-passenger car.
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an" Burnham bundled his party Into
it wiiu smuu ceremony.
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hood," ho said as Palmer drew back.
'the car can leave jou after It has
taken us home. Theie's plenty of
room, Palmer, Jump In
"Pel haps," suggested Eveljn, "It
would expedlto matters to siup rur
Doctor Hayden "
"If he is not at our homo I can
go for him and biing him light oei,"
answered Palmer, and Burnham
I agreed.
I "Good Idea," he said shortlj. "I
hope I am not ciowdlng jou, Eeln""
as she shiank against Marian In mak
ing room for him on the back seat.
'Oh, no," she replied and sat silent
W
-
ismi
grateful for the cool night air which!
fill?
wrtf -r r i
.J'jSS'lI .f! i
home had biought it vividly before I "A man found dead here'" shouted
her. Suddenly she caught Maynard s Buinham, stepping backwaid and col
e)es nnd his cheery smlie gave hei llding against Majnard. "Who Is he?"
a sense of comfort. As the car turned j "We don't know," acknowledged
into Connecticut avenue he leaned foi-1 Mitchell. "But wo are trjrng to es
ward and addressed Mai ian Van Ness I tablish his ldentit) four step-
"Are jou waim enough?" he asked
solicitously. "You have no extta wiap
and the night air Is chlllji'
Marian looked at him, then glanced
awaj "I am vei) comfortable," she
murmured.
Palmer, who had chosen to take
the vacant seat by the chautreur In
Maynard was the first one out of the
machine and turned at once to help
Marian. Tor a brief second her hand
rested lightly on his arm, then was
removed as she sprang to the sidewalk.
Eveljn was no less quick In getting
out and, not waiting to see what De
came of the others, she caught Marian
by the elbow and hurried her Into tne
house and upstairs.
Burnham was slower than the others
In leaving the car. "Walt a second,
Palmer," he said, "I'll send word if we
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j need Doctor Hayden," and, turning, lie
accompanied Majnard up tho steps.
his worus weie overnearu uy mo anx-
' Ions faced butler who liad been on
the outlook for tho tar and opened
the fiont door when It flist diew up I
to the curb.
"The doctoi's hcie, sir," and May
nard was quick to delect the faint,
I very faint trace of accent In the
man's subdued olce.
Burnham faced about and called to
Palmer: "Don't wait Palmer, thanks;
Ha) den Is heie. Seo ou tomorrow,"
and he waved his hand In farewell at
the car moved off
"Como in the billiard room, Ma
naid," he said turning to his com
panion. "Wo might as well have a
game until llajden comes down "
".lust a moment, sir," broke In Jonea,
the butler "Theie's several gentle-
men waiting to sec ou"
Bii
5 'I i
in 5 '
"Defective Mitchell, sir, of the Central Office," he said
Burnham halted "Their names-
daughter found him In tne libraiy."
Burnham stared at the detective
wide-eved. Suddenlj- he took out his
handkerchief and mopped his foie
head. "A dead man her! " he ejaculated
feeblj. "An unknown man?"
"Perhaps If jou will step In here
jou may be able to help us identify
him," suggested Mitchell. "We have
biought the body down into tho bil
liard room preparatory to taking It to
the morgue."
It seemed almost as if Buinham
did not comprehend what the detective
was sajing, and but for Majnard's
guiding hand he would not have found
his way Into the room. The body lay on
the billiard table coveied )iy a sheet.
Stepping forwaid, Mltcncll puilea
down the sheet, signing to Burnham
to step neater, and both he and May
naid watched Burnham as he bent
ove? the body. After what seemed
an Interminable time to Maynard, ho
straightened up.
"I have no idea who he is," Burnham
stated.
A Question 0 Time
rnWENTY-KOUK hours had passed
J- since Evel)n Preston's discovery of
By NATALIE SUMNER LINCOLN
, Author of "The Nameless Man"
the dead man, and the Burnham house-
hold had returned somewhat to Its
normal condition, chiefly through Doc
tor Haj den's soothing influence and
sound advice, which had proved nn
effectual check to tho servants' in-
ctlnatlon to hjsterla, Burnham's tem
per, and Evelyn's nervousness. Mar
Ian Van Ness, In lieu of a trained
nurse, had spent tho night with tho
housekeeper, Mrs. Ward, who had
finally quieted down under tho Influ
ence of bromides and toward morning
slept hcavllj. In tho few remaining
hours Marian had tluown 'herself on
the couch In the housekeeper's sitting
room and snatched a short nap beforo
going to her wotk at the Stato De
partment.
To Eveljn tho day had seemed
never ending; she had gone" out for
part of tho morning, returned for
luncheon and afterward had attempt
ed to rest, but she was far too rest
less td remain long In one place, and
about 4 o'clock In the afternoon sho
found herself In the drawing-room gas
Ing moodllj" out of the window, her
knitting needles for onco Idle In her
Hp. Tho entrance of .Tones with the
tea roused her from her contemplation
of tho closed house of her opposite
neighbor across the strct.
politely
"Not man) people are back yet,
Jones," she remarked.
"Not in this section, Miss Evel)n,"
answeied the butler, wheeling forwaid
tho tea-wagon and then going for .1
nest of tables fiom which he exti acted
the .smallest. "Every house .Is closed
hereabouts; It's soit of lonesome,
Miss, and strange, too, with the busi
ness part and the other stieeta just
packed with people. Has Mr. Burn
ham tetuined jet. Miss?"
"I don't think so" Evelyn rattled
the teacups as she learranged them
"Aie jou quite positive, Jones, that
no 0110 called me on the telephone
while I was out this morning?"
"Quite, Miss. I followed jour In
stiuctlons and stajed wheie I could
hear the telephone bell if It rang, no
one called, J'iss."
Jones had made the same answer to
the same question at least six times
during the day, but he was too well
tialned a teivant to betray his curi
osity aroused by Eveljn's absent mind
ed harping on the subject. Being or
a somewhat morbid tendency he, of
all tho household, had been the only
one to get some entertainment out
of the tragedy. The presence of the
ph)slclans, morgue attendants and
detectives had thrilled him bejond
words, he had never hoped to par
ticipate in a humble degree in what
promised to be a mj'stlfylng and un
usual case of sudden death.
"Doctor Hajden went upstalis to
see Mis. Ward just now," he sala
finding that Evelyn asked no more
questions. She looked up quickly am.
set down the teapot.
(CONTINUED TOMOBHOW)
I THE DAILY NOVELETTE
1 THE PICTURE BOOK '
HOUSE
i , By Kitty Parsons
POMT got off the train nt Hillside
and started off nt a brisk pace for
Evelyn's 1 cturp It was a prettv suburb,
nnrt sho and Gilbert wnnted to live there
after they were married, If the) could
afford It.
Not far from Evelvn's she noticed a
man and a girl laughing and talking tc
gelher en the opposite side of the street.
There was something familiar nbout
tho man's back
"Whv. It's Gilbert ' ' cried Toll)'. "How
funny for him to be here"
&lie was about to cill to htm when
ho turned nnd followed the girl up the
path In a llltl" white liouse Then, the
girl look a ke from her pocket and
unlocked Ihe door and they disappeared
InBlde
Poll.v was FlutTned for a minute. Then
she hurried nwav nnd reached Evelyn's,
so out of breath that she could hardly
speak.
"Who lives In that darling little picture-book
houe. mound tlie corner from
jou, Evle Its iv adorable?"
"I,icla King "he's a wonder, and sll
tho inn aie crazv about her. Slie s In
terested in some man in town though, I
hear.
Pnllv groaned Inwaidlv. Gilbert had
told her the night befoie that he was
going on tl e pleasantest mission totlav
he must have meant seeing this girl
The dav dragged hcnlfllv. and cailv
(n tlie afternoon she pieancn an ex
tue to go back to town and fled 10 the
could think ralnilv She never wanted
lo see Gilbert .iKiiln. she told bcrseir.
but when le Killed, sho hurried demn
to the seeno nt nitlon.
"What's up Pollvkltis jou'io ns
froMj .is an l elicrg ' '
'I rant help It f want to nsk von
.ompthlng Glllieit Will u pleafo tell
me how you tponl this morning?'
"I spent this morning Miss Meade,
In tie lic-iest pursuit of liuslnes" ' He
laughed In nlesint remlnlsteiice
'Well, 1 lan't belli p It because I
saw jou In llillFdale going into l.uola
King s lioupe. You can t deny It."
Mon don t say so I never thought
jou'd bo out this morning But It's
all right, dear t can t explain now but
1 promise )ta 1 will In a week or two
Won't jou trust me 7"
"1 hat s loo much to ask of anv one
You can take vour ring I'm not going
to innrrv jou 11c v. If vou can't tell 111,
tho whole, tiuth I 111 through with jou
forever "
"Pollv vou re not sei ions darling
But Pollv was half vvav upstairs b tills
time, and a door banged on the flovi
above was his onl) answer.
The neM two weeks were the wnrsl
that Pollv Meade bad ever known She
was utterly and allogethci mlseiable
One dav si e met Evelvn down town
' Pollv, how ale vcj? It s an age since
I I've seen vou' Win don t vou mine
clown nnd spend 11 few das with me'
I I il love to have jou ' '
I 'Id love to It's si hot heie"
I ' f'ome tomorrow I 111 dvlug to tall,
10 vou Sue Lcland s engaged and l,uUa
, Kings married -I ve forgotten his name
I'll have to tun now. (Jood-bj, deal
ionic earlv '
' Poll)- was lonfiUPil Jli bad not
j heard from Gilbert, and "-he could nr,l
1 believe he would 111.11 1 the other gill
v Ithout telling hei first She tiled to
think bhe didn't care, bti it ws bald
' worki
A motoi horn Interrupted her thoughts
nnd she looked up qultklv and t-aw a
small roadbter directly In front of her
There were two psssmgers Gilbert nnd
tho picture book house gill Thev did
not notice Pollj partleulailv. nnd fcbe
hurried across the sttcet with qulcM)
averted face
The next dav she went lo Hillside
Gilbert and the picture book hoii'-e glil
were not likely to be there, she thought
"Vou look a wreck, Pollv," raid Kvt
ljn, sinpathelli.allj ' Do liu down anl
lest, because- 1 want vou to be nice and
fresh for dinner. Dicks biinglng a
friend home with him"
Evelvn was scj perslstcnth talkative
that Pollv was given little tlm to hei
self. At R she fc nt hei hostess off to
dress, and, coveilng her own daintv
gown with a gingham apion, went down
to struggle with the toast toi dl'inei
She did not want to meet the stranger
but she rather liked cooking
"Well, Pollv Meade." tailed Dick
Allen, popping his head in the dooi.
"so ouro keeping the home flits burn
ing while ni) wife Is gadding about"
I'll leave vou a friend to entertain
while I hunt for her. Be nice to him '
Dick disappeared and Polls found her
feelf face to face with her cx-liance
"How dare vou como here?'
"I was Invited to dinner"
Pullj 'a ejes filled with angr.v teais
"I wont stay In this houto another
mlnuto unless jou go I saw sou again
today vvlth tho Mime girl ' '
"Do vou know woo she was?"
"Lucia King"
"No Miss King was In Oshkosh, visit
ing her fiance's famll.v. Tho girl jou
saw Is one of the cleverest leal estate
agents I've ever met she rurs the sub
urban end of Elgar Cartlw ell's biislness.
There Is onlj one other perhon for me
to see before T settle the business that
brought me out here with her, and I
think 1 can decide the matter tonight."
"Is it Eveljn
"It's Polls, of course. Evelsn knows.
but I wouldn't let her tell vou till I was
1 sure the girl was married Won't vou
llvo in that little houso wlt.i me. Poll) 7
We've hpd to much trouble over It "
1 "Oh. I don t deserve It, Gilbert."
sobbed Polly happlls. "I ni so ashamed
of ni self, but evei) thing looked so
black nnd dieadful jou can't want me,
' leallj?'-
But Gilbeit didn't agree with her, and
after a while tonvlnced her that he did.
When Evelvn came In a few minutes
I later the)- bad mentallv furnished the
picture book hoube, but they had for
gotten all about the roast In the oven. ,
The next complete norelrtte "Uafliei
1 Eeonomlrn."
F0RS1TIIIA
Whene'er I see, Fotsjthla,
Thy fiesh nnd spilngllke face,
I know the sun'has run with thee
A swift and jo)ous lace.
It set the pace, Forsjthla,
And vvlth a pleasant gtln.
Just watched jou In )our en ant
Ei ace,
And, watching, let jo"u win.
Tor siththe, dear Foisjthla,
Thou sweet, with pansy ejes,
Thy blossoms, It Is v ery clear,
Are Springtime's sweetest pi lie.
CIUIF ALEXANDER.
DREAMLAND AD VENTURES-ByDaddy
THE VANISHING FISH
(nilli llclgium goes into a flshhig
contest with Kingfisher, fltle 7eroii
find J.ottcjoine Hear. With Peggu and
1'at, a red-headed bog, he is catphing
flih raptdiv xUten a gieat putt on hi&
Une th catena to drag him into the
titer.)
77ie Fishers Are Fished
rpun fish, or whatever was on the line,
J- gave a tug bo powerful It jorked
Billy off his feet. He tumbled on his
stomach, but still he clung to his rod
Then, to the astonishment of Peggy and
Pat, ho began to slide toward the river.
'Grab me 1" panted Bill)'. Pat seized
his legs and tried vainly to lipid him
back Then Teggy grabbed Pat nnd
the three put all their strtngth against
tho injsterlous force at the other end
of the line. They couldn't see what
It was. for the lino ran around a bend
just below them, but they felt that It
must be a monster.
G-g-gosh '" gasped Billy. "I guess
(hero Is n whale In this river after all."
Peggy thought so, too, for what other
fish tould pull so powerful) !
Peggy nnd Pat braced themselves
I against the roots of a tree, nnd for a
moment Ihej- held fast. Then the line
suddenly slackened, and thej- tumbled
ovei backward. But Hilly still clung
to his pole nnd Pat clung to Billy, and
Peggy clung to Pat. Just as suddenly
as It had slackened the line grew taut
again, dragging the three over the
grass, scooting down the bank and Into
the liver with n tremendous splash.
Whoosh-sh-shl roared the water past
their cars Whlsh-sli-sh! It rushed Into
theli e)es nnd blinded them. Gurgle-
BR UNO DUKE, Solver of Business Problems
By HAROLD WHITEHEAD, Author of "The Business Career of Peter Flint," etc.
' (Copyrliht)
UIE PROBLEM OF THE EMPTY
MANSION
Bcttcrl) as a Scarecrow
BirrTi:iU..Y tumedup this morning
driving a tacv little car I tpotlcd
him at once from what Duke had told
me
"lies a qulct-lookhig chap, but when
Vou begin to tnlk to him jou realize
hat he nevei misses anj thing."
'Good morning," I greeted him, "jou
no Mr. Betterlv ? '
yes Mr. Pllnt?'
o K I guebs we've got each other's
number," I laughed "Jt's a fine day,
ltn t it ."
It will be for me If that cop got
nij number a ten-dollar fine day I
came to fast that I almost broke the
Sabbath."
Duke strolled up and chipped In,
"Some dav, Betterlv, )ou'll meet some
one who won't stand foi jour damnable
pur.s "
lie turned to me and added quletlj
On the rear lawn, Peter, jcu'll see
i,c tri0 wiib Boardman talking like a
M'ber Kentucky judge, and Blood and
Carprntti listening so hard that their
ears are slicking out go and butt In."
1 strolled thiough the houso and out
on to the rear lawn through the big
French windows of the dining hall.
'Good morning, gentlemen," Board
man jumped slightly and the other two
looked anxious "Any of j'ou gentlemen
going swimming today? Mr. Boardman,
I can loan jou one of Mr. Duke's bath
ing suits I think it's big enough for
you "
lie looked uncomfortable and excused
himself sajing'
I don't care to swim, thanks must
leave that for jou )oungsters."
Blood lit a cigarette "I understand
Mr Duke came last night. Mr. Board
man basn t tctii him as jet. Is he
mound? '
"Ves. he's heie, but Is with a Mr.
Betteily fiom New Yolk."
"Betterl)?' sa'd Hoaidman sharpl) ;
"a guest. I suppose?"
' Yes and no " I casually nnsvTered, "I
think he's Interested In the place."
"But," broke in Carpenter, "Mr. Duke
asked us to take up the old place "
"I can't tay as to that, for I don't
know what )ou gentlemen have agreed
to do but there is Duke now." He and
Betterly came through the orchard,
Duke talking nnd pointing to the house.
'Oh. Petei," called out Duke, "will
)'ou show Mr. Betterly the Interior of
the 1 ouse for ine?"
I led off the obedient Betterly at
Duke Introduced himself to Boardman.
H was some da)s before I heard what
happened, as Duke was busy with one
.r tie other. One evening, however,
Duke came 1'nlo my bedroom and told
me the story. .
Boardman told him bluntly that be
would buy "The Barracks" for $35,000
right away and would give Duke $"000
extra for his work, so that Miss Car
stairs could get ten thousand clear out
of It
Couldn't think of It."
"Pcihaps not," answered Boardman,
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"And some one has taken all our
fish!" added Billy
urgle-urgle! It poured down their
throats
Now they didn't dare let go, for they
would be left struggling In the swift
current. Where they were going they
couldn't sec, but they were certainly
on their way somewhere. Swish, splash,
they whisked across the stream, around
the bend, then across nnother broad,
deep stretch of the river, so swiftly they
didn't have time to slnft. Indeed, the)
scarcely had time to be scared, but the
thought flashed Into Peggy's mind that
perhaps when .the fish got them into
the deepest water it would turn around
and swallow them. "
Instead of this happening, however,
they sped ncross the current and up on
the shore again, wallowing through mud
and weeds. AVhat kind of n fish was
this that jumped out of the water and
ran over the land?
In among the bushes they switched
helter-skelter, their ejes so filled with
"but Miss Carstalrs will, and I presume
you w III place It beforo her " Again
Duke shook his head
'Then I shall have to," Boardman
smiled as he made his implied threat. ,
"No good, Mr. Boardman I've a bet
ter offer already."
"Mr. Carpenter agrees with me that
the property Isn't worth amj thing like
tho ridiculous price jou asked. Don't
jou, Mi. Carpenter?'
Carpenter half agreed rather shame
facedly. "I wasn't thinking of Mr. Carpenter,"
Duko calm!) said.
"I flndperhaps it's a good thing for
Miss Carstalrs that he didn't accept my
offer "
Blocd looked decidedly worried at this
and blurted out:
"I don't agree with Mr. Boardman. I
think it is worth much more than tlilrty
flve thousand."
toiws nrsiM.s.s question'
What ii a "coiporation"t
A'lauer will appear tomorrow.
ANS.VtKIt TO YKSTi:UIAV8 ItUfll
M:H8 QUESTION
A "contractor" is one who en
gages to do certain work or furnish
goods at fixed rates; a public supply
agent
Professor of Unconsidered Trifles
T
HE Professor of Unconsidered Trifles
helped himself to the marmalade and
remarked. "When I was giving Uncle
Sam what I owed of my Income tax the
other dav I was desperately afraid that
the maS in front of me and the man
behind me would find out how very little
I had to pay."
"Bragging again ' ' ald the Peripa
tetic Philosopher. "We would not other
wise have known that jou had to pa)
any Income tax."
"This d'sclosed to me a mean tiait
in my character," went on the Pro
fessor, Ignoring the Interruption, ''that I
had aforetime suspected, I am ashamed
of my lack of earning power,"
"Don't vdrry unless ) our w Ife does,"
said the Poet.
But the Professor, having started, was
not to be switched from his topic. "A
man's earning power," he went on, "Is
a near relation. If It Is a poor relation
It must elther-be frankly treated as such
or turned Into a rich relation. It cannot
be entirely Ignored.
"To be ashamed of a poor relation
simply because he Is poor Is to be a
snob.
"What makes a man a snob? The de
sire to put on a swell front among his
acquaintances. The sporting of a dickey
when one lacks a shirt,
'"Frankly, this discovery about m)self
annoys and alarms me. It betra)s a
disinclination to recognlre one of my
limitations. Possibly this Is due to the
disagreeable surmise that It Is a short
coming on my part that It Is Incumbent
upon me to correct. This I am quite
unwilling to admit.
"I,et me make myself clear.' I have
no desire for sudden wealth, though I
Co.
By HAYWARD
v
water and mud they couldn't look ahead.
Around stumps and through the shrub
bery they sped to the very hole where
they had been fishing, and then, splash,
they plunged Into the river a second
time.
But now the pull on the line ceased
nbruptlj. They began to sink in the
deep pool, but Pat seized Peggy by the
arm nnd swam with her to the shore.
Billy followed, swimming with one hand
while he clung to his precious pole with
the other.
The first thought of all three When
they gained tho land was to capture the
big fish that had given them such a
startling tide. Billy reeled in the line
rapidly, feeling only a light tugging at
the other end. They could see some
thing swirling on the hook, but It was
not until Billy jerked It clear out of the
water nnd out upon tho land that they
discovered what It was. Then all three
gave a cry of astonishment.
At the end of the line, firmly hooked,
was a tiny mud-turtle.
'Geo whillickers, that turtle sure Is
stronger than It looks!" gasped Billy.
"It must be a charmed turtle, that
can become big or little at will,"
whispered Pat.
"Nonsense," said Peggy, very posi
tively. "That turtlo couldn't drag a
little doll, much less three big children
Some one has been up to shenanigans."
"And Eomc one has taken all our
fish," ndded Hilly, holding up their
empty bankets.
"The place surely Is bewitched," de
clared Tat.
fTomoiioio will be told the Strang
way fit uifc the fish come bach.)
11 tills space Mr. Whitehead will an
swer readers' business questions on buy
ng, selling, advertising and employment,
Business Questions Answered
What are the posilbllltlea of a future for
mala stenographer who does not want to
atas in a rut and will work hard to cducata
and adanco himself In life? Is it true that
only one out of over hurdred persons (who
talo the evening course! pass the rlsld
exams to qualify for a C. P. A.?
I would like to have you send me a list of
books which can help mo on the following
subjects, and which can be borrowed at a
public library If possible:
Hov to develop a cood memory.
The cultivating of a pleasine personality.
Tapt, force of character and the ability to
meet and converse wl'h business men and to
make a favorable Impression.
I do not want, to encourase you to do It,
but I wish to say that sou cannot scare m
by sending me a flf teen-sear readins: course,
A. S.
If the good stenographer will take
some secretarial courses and then take
a com so In business he is fitting himself
to be a corporation secretarj-. In that
way he is putting himself In direct line
with the more Important and better paid
executive work.
I should say that abcut three In a hun
dred Is the number that pass the exam
ination for C. P. A.'s In New York state.
I am sending you by separate mall list
of books which jou requested, and I
hope that they prove helpful to you.
have sometimes thought of It as a re-i
mote contingency. ,1 have a very cleaf
Idea of what I would do with fifty thou
sand dollars If I had It. But anything
bej-ond that sum would he an embar
rassment. It might be that after I had
grown accustomed lo that amount I
might be willing to take on some more,
but from whpre I stand it seems un-llkelj-."
"Try me," said the Philosopher.
"Studying the matter dispassionately,"
went on the Professor, "I think I can
absolve mjself of any desire for money
just as money. What I think I could be
guilty of, If the occasion for It arose,
would be a certain amount of pride in
ability to earn a lot of it."
"That," said the Poet, "bars you from
politics, where a man either gets moro
than he earns or much less than he
would be able to earn elsewhere."
"Better try politics, Professor," said
the Philosopher.
"Mayhap," said the Professor, and re
sumed his discourse. "To say that
some men get more than they earn
and that some get less Is to beg the
question. It jnay be so. If It Is so
there must be a reason for it. And
there Is. If I have 'the goods' and I
fancy I do one or two things rather
well, I must lack salesmanship. I must
lack the ability to 'put it over."
"Why not admit It?
"Certain efficiency experts will jump
In to make the question read, 'Why not
correct It?"
"Well, since a man Is what his work
is, suppose I nm a newspaper, I'm
willing to expend any amount of effort
to make mjself a better newspaper, but
I'll be darned if I'm going to waste
time trying to boost my circulation. If
I become so good a newspaper that ray
circulation Increases I shall be grateful
and happy, but I am offering no pre
miums and seeking no new subscribers.'
'Then you have no kick coming," said
tho PhlloBophir.
"None whatever," admitted the Pro
fessor. "I am not complaining. I am
trying to find out why I am ashamed
to let people know how little I earn.
"I am not ashamed of some other
shortcomings. I detest muslu and I 1
never have hesitated to let the fact be
krjown, though It damns me among
many people of culture.
"There Is something lacking In me
so far as music is concerned; some
thing Imperfectly developed so far as
pictures are concerned, I love to see '0.
tree but take no joy in a picture of a
tree, I am not dead to all art, Joyce
Kilmer's poem about' a tree moves me
to tearful reverence.
"Why can't I admit my Inability to
earn g. large salary as readllv ha U
admit that I don't like music?" '
The Professor finished the marmalade,'.,,:
"Aw shucks I' he said, "I can, I do. IV
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