W " V, ) E VEISIKG' PUBLIC "LEDGER-tPHII;AI)ELPHIA:, 'THURSDAY, APRIIJ 3, 10i9 s 'vaJ iVi iff- v. ?: i 6 EKS; WF ' 1 ,tf (, U Jj -. r' fr f. M m 3V- ft. 7. If & vtr 7H TflREE STRINGS Ctvvrlahf. JI, l D. itjpltn rf Co. vCouvrleM, PuMlo Ltion Companu READ THIS FIRST Evelyn Preston, returning to her home in Washington unexpectedly, finds a strange man dead In the library. An autopsy develops the fact that his death was duo to prus slo acid, probably administered In cherry brandy. Evelyn's mother and stepfather, Peter Burnham, arrive but are unable to throw any light on the mystery. Captain La Montagno. In love with Evelyn, learns that his letters to her have been Intercepted and suspects Burn ham. Palmer a friend of Burnham. and In love with Evelyn, shares rooms with Doctor Hayden, Burn ham's family physician. Maynard, an old friend of the family, accom ponies Burnham to visit Palmer and Hayden. They discuss the mystery. Burnham expresses tho wish that the authorities would arrest tho murderer at once. NOW READ THIS TEFORE they can do that they -Djnust establish the Identity of the dead man." Maynard waited until Slkl had removed his plate, then continued, "that is the logical end to work from in solving the riddle." Dr. Hayden nodded his agreement. "The police are working along those lines," he said. "To date they have made but negative progress, and yet" Ha paused until Slki departed with the empty chafing dish. "What were you going to say' ' de manded Burnham. "Only that I stopped to see Coroner Fenfleld this afternoon and found him working In his laboratorj , he was making a test of the dead man's hair You noticed perhaps," he broke off to ask Maynard who was sitting for ward in his chair, "that the man's hair was very, closely cropped?" "Yes," he responded "It was so short that It made his head took bill let shaped." "The coronor is nettled because this case has baffled him, so lie set his wits to work," continued Ha j den. "Ho pulled out some of the short hair from the dead man's head with tweezers and steeped the hair in diluted nitric acid." "With what result?" Burnham al most jerked out the question. "By tests with hydrochloric acid, Penfleld found that the hair had been dyed, with nitrate of silver," answered .Hayden. "And I found the same re sult upon microscopic examination of a few hairs." "Well, what if jou did find nitrate of silver?" Burnham demanded rough ly. "How does that advance the In quiry?" "It established the fact that the I man had dyed his hair," explained the physician. "The inference being he did so for1 purposes of disguise." Palmer, who had been an attentive listener to all that was said, laughed , heart I! j. "Oh, come, Hayden," he ex claimed. "That's a broad statement. I I know a number of men, respectable citizens of Washington, who dye their hair for no other reason than to look younger" "Your friends have not been found dead under mysterious circumstances " said Hayden dryly. "In tho case in point we must consider the ulterior motive: therefore this unidentified dead man can be said to have dyed his hair from a motive oP" disguise until it is proved otherwise." "I'll admit It's a nice pojnt," con ceded Palmer, twisting about In his chair. "Could you tell from the ex amination the original color of the man's hair?" "Oh, bother! " broke In Burnham. "Who cares about the color of his hah- how did his dead body get In my house?" "Walked there," answered Maynard, a, twinkle In his eyes belying his serious expression. "The man couldn't have been dead when he entered your house." "Ha couldn't, eh? Well, will you tell me where he died in my house?" Burn ham's manner waxed truculent. "I have searched every room with Palm er and Detective Mitchell and we found no trace of any one, let alone two persons, having been there, drink ing what was it? Oh, yes, cherry brandy." "Every room was In order," added Palmer. "No sign of confusion. Frankly, I agree with Burnham. The man must have been taken to his house, dead." Maynard stared, at the speaker. "Do you mean to tell me seriously that you two men believe a dead body waa carried into Burnham's house in broad daylight between the hours of three and five In the afternoon with out any one seeing It done?" "I do," announced Burnham firmly. "As to the hours, don't place too much reliance on Evelyn's statement regard Ing the time she found the body; Evelyn Is very heedless and a few hpura' miscalculation in time wouldn't disturb her." . A subtle change In Burnham's tone as he mentioned Evelyn's name caught Maynard's attention and look ing up quickly he saw Palmer was watching Burnham, a curious glint In hU eye which Maynard found diffi cult to fathom. "Evelyn told me that she had her s watch examined and that it keeps ex cellent time," stated Hayden. "Of i.ir Ufa are all liable to make mis- L-W" Ukes In ?he hour; but in this instance t Evelyn Is unshaken in her Belief that fS eh found the body in the library at Xr attou 4 o'clock, and that it was not 1Ct there when she waa in the room at half-past two." V "There would be no object in Evelyn t ''"? Wag as to the 'time," exclaimed Palm- 11 1 .... . lJI 4.l 1.1- y V r. and his heavy irown inaicaicu ma ' tejnper was rising. "I hardly think, r ' Burnham, you can impugn her testl V ony." W, "Dont be a fool!" retorted Burn v j turn hotly. "The girl Is 'proverbially "? '"Velesa; carelessness Is at the bottom 'flrf'f the confusion In time." ; Only Kayden's strong hand kept m ftM Mat. "vont excue your- MVtfJ .. tj ' Vi2JK -t. . 1 . 1 . I. i? . . .IL ' . ,. ' " ' self, Burnham," ho advised sternly, "and tell us quietly just what your theory is regarding tho murder. As for you, Palmer, shut up!" His half bantering tono conveyed a deeper meaning and Palmer, observing Burn ham's flushed countenance, held back his angry answer. "My theory," repeated Burnham thoughtfully, ns ho passed a damp handkerchief across his face. "The man was taken to my house dead and the murderer made his escape before Evelyn camo up from the kitchen." "Just a. moment." Hayden leaned for ward "Why did the murderer ring the library bell to summon Eelyn?" "How do I know?" Burnham's ex citement was mounting tho moro he talked. "Probably ho did it in a mo ment of of mental aberration." Ha j den chuckled. "Well, putting that point aside for a moment," he said, "there is the question of getting "'' ' "Hiot, by God!" the bol thiough the streets and up your steps unseen In broad daylight by any passers bv." "Confound It'" Burnham banged tho table with his clenchea fist until the glabses rattled "Why do you keep harping on daj light? The coroner claims that the man died between two and three Tuesday morning; the mur derer had ample time before da light to take the body to my house " "But Eelyn did not find the body until Tuesday afternoon," Interrupted Palmer heatedly. "She did not find tho body in the libiarv until Tuesday afternoon," re volted Burnham. "But I am willing to bet any amount that had Eclyn looked through tho entire house she would have found It concealed some where on tlio premises." In the silence that ensued Burnham glanced triumphantly at hlo compan ions, but their expression disappointed him;' his theory had not created the sensa-tion he had expected. "Of courso the body was in me house," answered Hayden. "It had to be there that length of time, for the man was dead hours beforo Evelyn found him. Why the body was moved into the library, why the murderer re turned to the scene of his crime, and why he rang the library bell are prob lems yet to be solved." "There is a point you are all over looking," broke in Palmer. "Where did the murderer get the keys to your house? There Is no evidence to show he broke into the house, therefore he must have used a key." Burnham did not reply at once. "There are dishonest locksmiths, I sup. pose, as well as crooks In other , . . - ,: . . Vf; t SiA't wmm ' ' &i hV ' ." -. . j ; Wk him 33&!UBHprajU.4H8Wra Jfc&JMsC mMB , Wt WWLffir-1 ft w. smx; nmiimy m i Mi 11 m i n i i tiBfflTm , W Mil I'lSHBSV' ,.tJwjllWiiBHWKoBKBiBBlBAvSv; vaa AbIMB iAt'-f' MP I iiHi ' lili 'nnBPffri iiBTiTifwTl iBfffliWIMMryii1 ioHBfll hi' n- ' ; f 1 naKVYiflBISmSi'tixnmKSPfaKKmmMniXi FRENCHY--And He Got'the Pie rrtrt it 'Wzzzzm zrrs 1 ' wi It 1--LL Hi . . HBtfE HMO!? i ' ..o U.1 -..? 1 WV PM I AeJiWM 4 wo. iw w. tfirivi 1 J - w . s S. TUT... 5!y(S9lO i "K ' ' m ' ) y-Tw - NV "llm 37 - V W W.T'-'XrZ""" ;'"-' rn-"rTr" .r--,w.---, jM-ri -,, . - ',; , ivi ; , iZiLCX".' 7 rrr jtfJJt--a-b--Lwi iiftliLii bun jfaAfl nin-m,,,, rMfi"iPVi . ttM rt jrfarWLA r '' LsM't'-'.f' -'iS a:i"n, ,- . fc .,.,. . 1 trades," ho said finally. "The lock on lll front door ls 0,d fashioned, an' U, samo key opCnS th OUtcr vcs' tlbulo door also, "Not a very sccuro arrangement," remarked Maynard. "Then you think keys wero made to fit the doors In your absence this summer?- "Yes. It would bo an easy mattor for a. rrlan to got a wax Impression of tho lock at night without attracting attention. Tho few pcoplo on our block who are homo are at work all day and at tho club at nlgjit; that Is why," added Burnham obstinately, "tho dead man could have been brought at any hour to tho house unknown to any one" "You mean brought in a cab?" in quired Maynard. "Of course. A dead man couldn't bo carried through tho streets without be ing seen by some one," replied Burn ham. "Have a llttlo sense!" Maynard paid no attention to his companion's Irritability. "So you think the dead man was he exclaimed, gazing dazedly at his companions carried to your house In a cab," he mused. "If that waa the case it sim plifies the search." "How so?" The question came from Palmer and Maynard. turned slightly to face him. "It should be a comparatively easy matter to trace the 'cab-driver," he said. "An excellent Idea," agreed Hayden. "Provided, of couise, that Burnham's theory Is correct that the man was first murdered and then carried TMo his house. 'Frankly, as a medical man I don't agree with Burnham's reason ing; a dead body Is a very unwieldy object to move around and would most certainly attract attention." "The man was only of medium height and thin," protested Burnham, and then added In haste which May nard was quick to note, "that is, Judg ing from the glimpse I had of the body on the billiard table. Palmer," MY My pipe Is a thinker who thinks with good will When I'm through with my eating and drinking. I know that his work shows tht. highest of skill But he won't tell me all that he's thinking' My pipe is a poet with loftiest dreams; Sweet lyrics ho always Is scheming. But on divers occasions (as this one) it seems He won't tell me all that he'3 dreaming! My pipe as a friend is devoted tcr me. In the glow of his bowl I am basking. His thoughts and his dreams are his own, do jou see, But his service is mine for the asking. GRIF ALEXANDER. i -j i wj. rc ,o" v - i- - v. - r .v jim-ch v,iat.&i. i By NATALIE SUMNER LINCOLN Author of "The Nameless Man" as tho latter rose, "hand me a cigar from tho box on tho mantel, thanks," and ho borrowed Maynard's cigarette to light tho fresh cigar. Tho sllenco continued as Palmer, his big form moving quietly down the room, reached ono of tho front win dows and opened it wide. For a short time ho stood contemplating tho op posite houses, dimly seen In the murky atmosphere, and filled his lungs with the damp air. Hearing his namo he faced about. "Have you disappeared for good, Palmer?" called Burnham. "Wc must be getting along. I " Whatever Burnham Intended to say remained unuttercd as a stinging sen sation caused him to clap his hand to his face. When ho removed it his palm showed blood from a graze on his cheek. "Shot, by God!" he exclaimed, gaz ing dazodly at his companions. Palmer moved swiftly from tho win dow and peered oer Hayden's shoulder ot a hole In the plaster the jj I V I bullet had mushroomed out. Maynard tapped the wall. "Brick," he said tersely, and his face shone white In the rajs of the electric lamp which Palmer held aloft to better Inspect the bullet. "I heard no sound." "None of us did," responded Burn ham hoarsely. "Whoever fired the shot used a' Maxim silencer." Hayden moistened 1 is finger and touched the hot metal. "Fortunate you moved jour head when j-ou did, Burnham," he commented dryly. "Where did the shot come from?" A sudden stronger puff of air rat tled the newspapers lying near the open window and the men turned in that direction. "Jove! the window!" Palmer sped In that direction. "I saw no one on the balcony when I looked out a few min utes ago; then you called, Burnham." Maynard, who had hurried with him to the window, leaned far out, and PIPE "" "!" 5" "" "" ConyrlKht. lnin looked up and down the balcony which ran across the front of tho apar tment. "Who owns tho next apartment?" he demanded, observing that another window opened upon tho balcony. "There, where the window Is." "That's our hall window," explained Palmer. Turning on his heel he hur ried Into tho reception hall with such speed that ho collided violently with his Japanese servant "Slkl, what are you doing here?" he demanded. "I como to answer the door, most honorablo sir," responded tho servant and glancing ahead Palmer saw the front door to his apartment was ajar and that a shadowy form stood In the corridor Just outside the entrance. "What do you want?" he asked, pushing Slkl to ono sldo and switching on an additional light; by Its aid he saw that the man In the corridor was a French officer. "I como to Inquire the way to the apartment of Madame Van Ness," the Frenchman stated, observing with well-bred surprise Palmer'3 agitated appearance. "Bight upstairs, next floor," the lat ter snapped, and shutting the door he was In time to catch Burnham as he staggered to a seat In nervous col lapse. "It's that damned Frenchman " Burnham could hardly1 articulate, and Hayden hastened to his aid. "He tried to kill me." 'He who?" demanded Maynard who had lingered behind at tho win dow to look up and down tho street bofore Joining them, "Why tried to kill you?" "Rene La Montagne!" gasped Burn ham and slipped back Insensible. (CONTINUED TOMORROW) An Ideal Bedside Book I am ono ot those persons, who, liav-' I I ing laid their heads upon tho pillow, in i stantly become wrapped In profound slumber. Nothing awakens me. With ' me the dormouse Is an also ran. Indeed, i once In France but I doubt If jou would belieo me. And so I was surprised last night, to I i find 1115 self lvlng awake. I was wholly at a loss, and could not understand It ' I Such a thing had not happened before . I and I groped around for an explanation Manfully I groped, but without result. , isone or the traditional causes of sleep- lessness seemed to fit my case, I had not had .?e 5r T"61"-1 1,ate CliePSA: If rnlllH rxni Via nl.qn. n ..- roundlngs. for I had taken the ' 6Cratch on her face I knew that It was from military hardness to cl Ulan soft-1 sl,e- ness without, so to speak, noticing It. I "Miss Snaller," I began In a stem I gao up my quest, and decided to ' manner, "I hae come from Now York turn from causes to cures Accordingly In the Interest of Miss Clcff 1 am in I closed my ojes, and (I once Pel-1 structed to act in her behalf. I am manlzed had no difficulty in arranging Buen to understand that you accuse tho usual scene of rustic charm tho i f ntniincr-" weu-KepL Dut , , . .... narrow gate nnd the brigades of sheep passing through In single file, keeping well closed up. On them concentrating, I counted. At five thousand ajjd two I gave up tho unequal contest, and decided to try something fresh. I remembered some one mentioning, "Think about Nothing," I thought of nothing. Then I thought of everything. Rapidlj unpclmanlzlng mjself, I pondered on The League ot Nations, Do Woodcock Carry Their Young, The Place of Ella Wheeler WII- Lcox In Contemporary Toetrj-, The Ago of Mr. Bottomlej', and the Causes of Cramp In the Left Foot all at the same time. H was a superb effort but un availing. Next I lay with my eyes wide open a remedy strongly advocated bj' my great aunt. I cursed her. Then I lay on my left side with my ejes shut, and on my right side with my "ej-es open. Frantic, I lay on my back. Maddened, I lay Inverted, prone Finally I lay en tirely covered by bedclothes, but this too I abandonedl feeling I was too young to die And then I lost command of my Immortal soul and surrendered. Onlj one thing was left. To read. To fall asleep reading. I walked across to a small shelf of books which Btood on a side table, and bore them back to my now repugnant couch. I put on my glasses, picked up a volume, and opened It. The "Anatomy of Melancholy," "Capital!" thought I. "Now we shan't be 'long" but old Robert failed mo, and after a stout efTort to be lulled by his interminable quota tions, I threw him Into the fireplace. Kant next proffered his critique, and, as sured of success this time, I opened that deplorable tome. Will you believe me I found It almost Interesting. Through tho open window flew Kant, "Samson AgonlsteB" following at his heels, broke a pane of glass, my elevation being at fault. I danced on "Jane Eyre," and kicked "Tom Jones" round the room. I tore "The Rosary" to shreds, laughing evilly. In attending to "Caleb Williams," I stub bed my toe and broke my spectacles I began to grow angry And then I found It. It is a book which. In the past, I have rather despised certainly read with re luctance. An Ideal bedside book, though, full of sterling stuff; lacking perhaps in humor, jet surprising one" suddenly by a quaint touch, and curiously illustrated It Is quietly yet tastefully bound In red, and tilled In handsome gold. The print ing itself is all that It should be, and the subject matter Is guaranteed to aci with more violence than veronal on tin most despairing victim of Insomnia. In a few seconds I was well away. The title? "Infantry Training, 1014." J. B. Brown, In London Opinion, DREAMLAND AD VENTURES-ByDadM IPepou and BUty take a trip to Afrtca wtlh SmtUnff Teacher aboard a Geography plane, and while explor ing an oasis in the desert see a hand' some young Bedouin.) THE LIONS' DEN milE Bedouin whirled his hors'o and galloped away over the sand ridges. Smiling Teacher came from behind the tree, where she was hiding, and gazed after him. "Isn't ho Brand!" she sighed. "Wouldn't it be romantlo If wa were attacked by savages and ho camo to tho rescue." Peggy thought that It would be, but at the samo tlmo she felt that the young Bedouin was pretty much of a savage himself and that any one In his clutches might have to bo rescued by some other hero. Later she was to find this to bo true. While Peggy and the Smiling Teacher wero following tho Bedouin with their eyes, Billy was exploring tho oasis. An excited exclamation from him brought the others' to his side. Ho wao looking Into a rocky cae. "Maybe It's a lions' den!" ho whis pered. "Yes. Como away quickly!" answered Smiling Teacher, dragging Peggy toward the desert. But another exclamation from Billy caused them to turn back. "Oh, see the funny puppies !" ho cried. Out ot tho cae had rumbled two fuzzy, playful llttlo creatures. They were wrestling with each other and hav ing tho Jolllest kind of a time. "What pretty doggies !" said Teggy. The doggies, rolling over and over In BRUNO DUKE,Solver of Business Problem By HAROLD WHITEHEAD, Author of "The Busim THE PROBLEM OF THE PROFIT SHARING PLAN How the Trouble Ended A FTER getting tho facts of tho case -O. went to the Insurance company ai I company and asked for Miss Snaller. Thero was no need to do ro. for whn T ma-m a emir- faced woman with several criss-cross ..-. - - .... "Look what she did to my face, the little thief," Bnappcd the woman, "She's in jail now for doing it, and it serves her right." "That Is a matter for future consid eration. You tell mo sho's a thief. That is a serious a very serious accusa tion for which I must hold j'ou to ac count." She looked worried at this, but dodged the Issue by saying that stamps had been missing latelj', and "that creature was the only one who could possibly take them." "Is that your proof?" I coldly ln qulied 'That Isn't all; I've missed money hero latelj', taken out of my coat hang ing up there," she nervously pulled at a button on her sleeve. "I fear 'that I shall have to bring suit against you on behalf of Miss Cleff, She has been expelled from the business college on the strength of jour accusa tion. Her career here Is ruined just because you brought so grave a charge against her and apparently with out any Justification." Then she collapsed and began to cry about her hard life and how she was always being "put on," Finally I said: "We have no wish to be severe on you, oo If j-ou will at once come with mo to the police station and withdraw your charge ot assault and battery, and also give a written denial of your accusation, In which you will clearly state that you had no Justifica tion whatever for your charge ot theft, we will drop the matter." So anxious was she to get out of her tangle that I soon had Mamie released and In tho train for New York. Her first anxiety was that Bruno Duke should not think her a thief. "You know, Mister Flint, I wouldn't do nothln' ter double-cross Mister Duke after wot he's done fer me. I'd no more a taken that snide's roll than than nothln' at all." I assured her that I had Miss Snaller's letter to prove her Innocence on that score. "But what made you scratch up that poor woman so?" II then she stopped short. "Tho devil I said I was a-goln" ter cut out tho rough talk, an' then I go shootln' it oft worsen ever. But say, Mister Flint, what 'ud you do If some one called yer a crook?" v I guess the expression on my face gave her my answer, for she laughed and said: "There y'are, yer see." , "But," I admonished, "It Isn't a thing Mat ladles do." "I-adles!" sho tossed her head and morted. "I ain't no lady. I'm Jest a she scrapper' what 'ud a bin dead years ugo if I hadn't knowed how ter look arter number one." It was hopeless to reason with her, bv Tin 'Trthnww n- "SMILING TEACHERH jPI$fei YVfrlAV Yi!&H Another second and he was beside his mate their play, came almost to Billy before they saw him. "Here, puppies, puppies!" ho coaxed, holding out his hands to them. "Ur-ur-ur-urgh 1" growled the puppies, scampering back to tho entrance of the den. There they turned to gaze at the three humans In scared curiosity. At tho samo tlmo they set up a whimpering and whining. Billy took a step toward them and tho whine grew louder. Instantly came a startling response from tho desert at the opposite side of tho oasis it was a roar, thunderous and terrifying. "A lion ! Run !" cried Smiling Teacher, grasping Peggy by tho hand and drag ging her into the desert. Billy started to follow, when a huge tawny creature bounded Into ilew. Billy Jumped be hind a tree and tho creature Hashed by, making for tho den. It had, no mane, and lie instantly recognized It ai a lioness. Tho mother lion snuffed her cubs to ess (Copyrliht) for somehow I felt she was right, so I bought her Dress and the Home-maker to read. She was quiet for a long time, and I was congratulating myself on getting something that pleased her, whop I no ticed she had nnother magazine held In. side one of those I bought her. I seized an opportunity to leave tffe scat and then saw sho was reading "Dare Devi) Nell, the Cowboy's Bride!" Duke told me he had to send Mamie to that second-rate school, "for when I explained what Mamie was, theso schools In town reftised to assume the responsibility and I don't know that I blame them. Now get a rest, Peter, for tomorrow wo have to start on our new problem of tho profit-sharing plan." TODAY'S nCSINIISS QUESTfON U'iaf is a "dupltcator"t Anstcer u.111 appear tomorrow, ANSWiiu to i:sTi;niiAvs busi- r.ss CIUKHTIO.V "Cailion papa" li paper used for manifolding p irposcs. In (7i(? space Mr. Whitehead will an swer readrri' business questions on buy ing, selling, advertising and employ) tent. Business Qifntlom Anmrrrrtl VEI.Tj-nECOMMnNDED, TOLWO MAN Twenty-three, desires to connect with some established concern where honest ef- THE DAILY NOVELETTE MR. D00LING HASTENS MATTERS Dy Elizabeth Smith MARY GREELEY sat knitting at her desk In a private ofllce of tho Wood worth Manufacturing Company, where for ten years she had typed for the engineer. Through the opened sliding windows In the partition, which sepa rated her sanctum from the counting room, she could plainly hear 'Paymaster Truesdale aftd Mr. Doollng, the book keeper, straightening out the payroll. There was also an occasional word from tho traveling man, Mr. Bangs. "Oh. dear!" mused Mary, sighing, as he caught a glimpse of herself In the large mirror over air. jvoDej-s aesic across the room "I'm surely getting old, jet, I'd do It over again Just the same. Anyway, mother had every com fort while she lived. If wo did live In two rooms There'll alwajs be comfort for me In the remembrance of that. No, I have no regrets, but I can'i deny that I am vcrj' lonesome." Mary was getting old. She had Just ripened Into full womanhood with no more plumpness than that which belongs to the well-rounded curves of twenty eight. Always attractive, with her per fectly matured grace and poise, sho was now positively beautiful. And so the young men In the countlnr room must have thought, for all of them had proposed during her years at tho plant. On being refused, they had one by one found a life partner else where. , "No." Mary had told them. "While mother lives my sole duty Is to care for her," And she had cared for her most tenderly until the end, which was now a year back. "Miss Greeley," called Truesdalo through the partition windows, "have you heard whether we're to have time oft to see the President? I believe he Is to land at 11 at Commonwealth Pier," "Yes." smiled Mary sweetly. "But I hear Mr. Robey talking just outside our door. He has just been to tell the department heads. Here he Is he'll tell you himself." The engineer, who enjoyed tho same princely salary as the general -manager, was, owing to the absence of the latter, In full charge. He opened the door from his office to the counting-room and an nounced: "They are going to knock off at 11:30. I advise that you go to the other end Bv Mir.r cwnss v ,'J 3! see If they were all right, then looked around to find what had alarmed them. bhe saw Smiling Teacher and P racing across the dcrert and leaped Is pursuir. u 10 so them Billy grabbed up,. o.uho mm minea it at the lioness. H caugnt ncr in tho side and caused hi; to stop and whirl about. Her eves fa tcned upon Billy, and sho Started for him. At the rame lnstan Billy started' un a. paim tree, climbing for deaf life. He was Just out of reach when thi lioness grabbed at him. "Run 1 Run 1" yelled Billy to Smllin jeacner anu Peggy. "l'U kcep.thi lioness here!" The lioness let out a roar of rage. instantly there came an answerfii roar rrom the desert. It was tho mali lion coming homo. Another second and ho was besldfcli mate, looking up at Billy and lashing tall saaeoh-. Tin ...-., ,..ii.. re. --. -.w ., UH iica.ii man and appeared huge and ferocious. Presently the lion saw Smiling Teaclu and Peggy fleeing In tho distance. Wit iwiuuier roar no mado after them. Ii vain Billy jelled and screamed to dls tract his attention. The lion was n tent upon thlg new prey, while th lioness stayed to guard the tree. Smiling Teacher and Peggy soemei doomed. But suddenly rescue came From behind a sand rldgo tho youm uodoum dashed Into Mew. His eye iook in tlie situation at a glance. Low. cring his spear, he charged upon th rushing Hon. (Tomorrow will be told hoio Smiling I Teacher, Peggy and Billy arc.iecelvki viz nit ucuoum inue.j Career of Pcler Flint;' etc. no. mv; "V"van ft frmanent, progressiva I ii.- j """ iinve uHu cnarffe ot in surance dpnnr mant .ii..i " V ' amlnatlon of mnniv - " a "' luiiest Ueta Is and exce lent referenr.. h leuor ir delred ' lnJYonuVo,pSn,,on?ma"er Wl,h ,he InftodB.1 iw fLrc.?,es,t weakness of your adl it hat nobody knows what you are ad vertislng for excepting a Job, and yqt have to read over halt of the advertise. . . .7. "L."'B-..yu really tell anything twuub j'uurBeil, if cuiJio mro you -ror what you can do tinni ?m'.not for the Personal ouallflcal tons that jou may possess. The faei . fun are tweniy-tnree and deshr tO Connect With anm, MdtnV.ltBun..I. where honest efforts will mun ) m.Qn5ntpo',ltlon la reason why the should hire sou. -T w7h.en. J ou say "Preferably outsldetl ....ai. Uu juu mean? jjo jou want gOOdS? DO VOU Want In nin.1, -, 1 farm? Why don't you say what yol mean? I asumn tlmt vm, i,a. 1-1 things, but jour ad is so vague that il mnV liA fond omr . ..it a f J - ,,,y vvaJ uturuing io wnai m j uuuer a personal experience nap Tn t.l ...1 t.l. . ""o wnai Kino, or a jon jou wann aim men aiucruso lor It. Your ad. iri juol a uiina snot in tne dark and Is uumparauie 10 a man vvno goes into at wood and points his gun around wlldljl in irking io nit something. ; If JOU seek a llOHltlon na a enlMma- or a collector sav. "I want a nndtinn 2 a collector," or as a salesman, whlcheveil . unj uv miu men siaie jour reason 1UJ nuillllli; SUCH a JOD, i 11 w,orks ,You can see t'le President "il!. 1.u"1 l"B winaows there." All right thank VOU." -nm fmn Truesdale. "But we have a little mo Mr. Robev. a short, ninnt nn.tA.. .. pearlng little man, with steely cold blui i esv "!" CIsely trimmed vandykel nw busied himself with a blueprint? j .. ..fc , jjiij, muugnt aiary, ner eye running casually over him -to,.V , queer person he is, to be sure llvini in a love v hoirfen with nn tr. ..!.. : man for cook nnri hnit.air..n.K a.... j BOlf. no tennis, nn ..lnV. . ".1.1 .J23 uti ei. "ii j"w,lur ai xniny-nve uujswqu 4i0 41 uiwuys siay single. ij liiuusm una understood Mr! ilobey; and ahe did to some extent Bill scniVablo manru ",uru"'y cn an 1 ycl1, UJS. n'30," announced th gentleman rising, watch in hJnrf thebullV8 down t0 th0 other end. ,'er s.t.l,oh or two Jfary did Ilka 8hf Va"d B.",e f.tand'C? ""een. mnitS - i " . " wmi me -'resident wa JS ,",&.' decId to M - ... flt lillllg AVhen near the office Marv mt iVy.'. "ho smiled at the colncl Vi xnelr, cth returning. "I am goT for a chrar." hn ni,i,i ! 'I01: courteously oneneri th. " .Vi "i.H entered. Hrnsaim. , . .;". i"'l SP5fflL.to lr s rwffitsa M7XSt".J!i ,. 'rom tfiJ ---......-.,,, uiuiuaiea mat tne youna Sri'f? ere theVulS Afflfl linrl HI.1..J .. . . .... aUt8a SSsMtMSS?' bUt Sat tn,Vey Is a t00'" " was Truesdal. "Nothing less," agreed Bancs. Vl . .1."e. engineer and his secreinrv htiJ horroi1' .KL ..A"" the'y . apJ ii, .ZZiiCzr.'Jlr''"' ulelr surprise hel ........ DlfCllUUUIlU. rl TrI.Jii Just J"'" or it," expatlateal Tsda.'f as .he struck a "eht for hfl cigar. "Here Is a man thrown Into tl dally companlonshln of the lou..f n51 Ivnpmaol-lio .! t--"" j h; : h'n. rci.'.'" :" ". uo9?n n .; 7 " cnuun in an ine years to make !o to her. Ughl rh "Same here I" offprpd nnri- B,eJJl, bJ,HuzyJ". "ythlng but 'a e .wU..,,vu uiu engine .,."' T. ,were he," came from Doolln j wouiant wait a minute. I'd aS ""y, win you marry me?" A-fil tium i went ine uoor. , t ' As the VOUni? mpn'n fnlt,la. .i fainter down the corridor Mr; Rob3 ,uUnu y,, j1Uni ins umeprint and acr the room at Mary, who hnd slumn Into her chair with her heia,bent f. want anil her eyes resting fconfua on tho desk. Her checks wan. titS3 They burned with anirer an,i oho,.,. Crossing the room the dapper KlB Mary's shoulder: with thn nthaH ... ij J!" dfi1. JS!" and ra'3""f It tol "it was pretty queer. Miss OrrH hut It was true. Ymi L.n.j ...i... CH Ing said. 'I'd say, Mary, will you mar me?' Now I intended to ask you th I ask you now. Will jou? Oh,wly" Mary, still deenlv crlmsinnai is up through glistening eyes, and . uoDey. seemg love and happlnessdn 1 glance, stooped and kissed her, j I Hand-ln-hand thev atiniA,f. the long passaee In bllanfni innt.Tf where the loud cheering announced 'tl vMiiHHi, u. uu tt.ctti vxeuiyiartor pea The next eomnlete novelatia 1 tiyn of iLlMliiiwit. K4m, ,i vi T i '-- " . rv i n r "
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