fflfftw Vn vf f i 'n'; ' i j c ' "",! 'i ;-r r, ,. A- V" -" ..? EVENING PUBLIC LEDGER Ph(lXDELPHIA, TUESDAY, APRIL' 8, il)19 r .1, "'v "fUrl fcJ WHE THREE STRINGS '' Vfawriolit. tlll. hv n. AppUton Co. 'if A t,"rln'' "" scoffer uompnnv jdg READ THIS FIKST 'i'dKl In the. llbrarv of her home. K$ An autopsy shows that death was lyatie" to prusslo ncld. Her mother pjf another stepfather. Peter Burnham, RKarrive but are unablo to throw light S.iT'onV tho mystery. Captain La Mon- kiiti.mi. who loves Evelvn. tinds his EfSiettera to her have been Intercepted CK.' and, 'blames Burnham. Bumham If wishes Evelyn to marry Palmer, an St architect. Alitynnrti. a iriena 01 mo t? flmlty, calls on Palmer and they pv" discuss the mystery. "Has It oe- Lvi i.nirre1 to vmi that the dead man a K? friends may live In Germany?' arks V Palmer. "Do you mean that the dead iiiuii nun tv uviiiiwii i'j a.. . .. ,nard. NOW READ THIS Wi .VES." Palmer sat upright. "That . to me is tne oniy explanation w p the, as you mention, Inexplicable fact fe that no one has reported such a man as missing to tne ponce or n.au uuiumn fc$ -' !,!, Crmnr- PunflpM fltftteS Ills M.Photograph has been circulated with a minute description of his clothes. "Has tho photograph appeared In K, tho newspapers?" fit "I think not. From all accounts ne jnusi jiue iuutcu inciwj t.iMvow..., - 9. iL. ....... ....Ann., a n'nllMtl't j jnmyriuru; wia ncvov"fci3 uu.u.. . Pf' want to publish a picture of a dead man sitting In a chair. It isn't done. "Pretty good publicity if It were done." retorted Maynnrd bluntly. "Have you told Detective Mitchell Yp your theory?" "Not yet. l'aimer ncsuaieu. iei. ISJ .the police work out their theories llrst. There's, another reason," and he smiled. "Washington is spy-mad; ami I don't want to be classed among the men and women who write anony mously to the Department of Justice or' telephone the Secret Service re garding the, to them, suspicious be- , havior of their neighbors. Hot air ' most of it." I "Better hot air than run tho risk ol , letting a spy escape through not re- i porting him," remarked Maynard. "If i I were you, Palmer, I wouldn't lose 1 tiny time In seeing Mitchell, and sug gent to him that the Secret Servlci , take a hand in the game." Thev may be working from that , wjfS end already," answered Palmer doubt K iuuy. "However, u you mum u ucai I'll step over to the Treasury Depart -. ment and see Chief Connor. Won MgjVti1 like to come along?" "Very much." "Good." Palmer swung about and hi gathered up the blue 'prints of all W .(. nrlitnVi llttororl Vila ilfxik TTo Wn lc "" """ "" .- . --. VL to the act or placing tnem in nis f drawer when a sharp rap, followed In- Sluiii by the entrance of his oillee boy, interrupted him. Mj "General West is awaltin' in his J car to sneak to vo'." announced the darkey. "The general's in a pow'ful JT big hurry an' he wants ter see the plan for the new bulldin' for the ord- EI nance." 'in .'glmor Kolpntpri four blue nrints. B3 "111 be right back' he told Maynard Er and hurried out into tho hall. Left to himself 'Maynard gazed about the room nnd then back at the dls- Jw? orderly desk. Moving quietly over to M It hp scanned several drawings and turned them over. As he did so his fV' eye ell on a sman cuess pruuiem uui- 'gram half burled among the larger prints and he picked it up to examine 'more closely. With lightning s peed I bis trained eyes studied the diagram r9 ana Uie message Deneam 11 11 h m m m is m m s m v.fVhlte to .Play and Slate In Two Moves A second more and tne uiagram was rJi tucked saXJ&y in an Inner pocket as !SDProachmWfootsteps heralded the re- mJl ?1. YnlAH nnA ,lln llo OTltprPfl i KIUIH VL laiiiK.,. H.iu ..... .. , M.Maynard was indolently reading tne fiW evening newspaper. Ear "There's no pleasing some people," iff fumed tne arcniieci, lussiui, me iuu Ki he 'carried Into the open drawer, and RSiithrusting the others pell mell on top 3Wf them he slammed the drawer shut Wind locked it securely. "We've got to I Rnurry. Maynard, to get to the Treasury i? Department ueiore ciusiuk uiuc -uih. feiv f.on." W Stopping only long enough 10 pusn EStfo'wn the safety lock of the door to V'ls (private offlce and cautioning the oy to' take all teiepnone hkmuscs, i- hurried the actor Into the :vv.7"'"" ?t) " J.AAf t I. -Not a car in sight," he exclaimed VlioUing P the street. "We'll have to !nlli! all "Washington's doing 11, ne Kidded, laughing, and the two mcn Lstrode .along, unconsciously quickening tWelr twee as they crossed i-aiaj e felfauare Into Pennsylvania uvcuue. IStaynard on reaching tho north front (JTf.SA ...Dr-,,o,l toward the fitno Mreasuij b.-- SLS2fi- r .! leading to the build- i,';bt Palmer stopped him. I NWnly one entranco ussd nowa W Jf': ...- .inini. "That on Fit- nvH . iiu c.iit - Cc .'.. .to v. and they hur- tlSiriiHci:., i.- ..-. dflons Pennsylvania avenue anu iiSl'vthe corner. ping no attention to the sign ;, YItOr8 AllOWeu nnmi ,.-..o muiuoMsW near the only open door, tfJr led tho way Inside the build- it mt wi wa protnpy tpi,ed by nn If. tdnt'. vhpso peremptgry manner Nv ttiaww.'somewnai ai sis'"- " " - fiHr card. "Ill take you to tho captain 01 me rmiclij" lie Bald. "Here. Tom," and Uii to another attenuani 9 i'""' place, be escorted them Into a i room a-few steps away, They t WttUutaU the .Captaln-jo? the and two women who had reached tho room ahead of them. At Palmer's request to seo tho chief of tho secret servlco tho captain smiled. "Won't an assistant do?" ho asked. "Tho chief's somewhat busy." Palmer, having made up his mind to see Chief Connor, was not to be side tracked, "So," he suld decidedly. "I won't detain tho chief but a minute; it's im portant. Here's my card," and ho laid it on the desk. Tho captain pushed over some printed blanks. "Fill out these forms," he directed, "both you nnd your friend," and ho picked up his telephone iccelver and held a subdued conversation which he discontinued when Palmer and May nard handed him tho filled-in blanks bearing their signatures and addresses. Mujuard looked across at Detective Mitchell. "Have ou A touch of the push button and the attendant returned. "Take these gentlemen upstairs," the captain directed and turned to in- terview some newcomers. As Mavnard ac(.ompaned Palmer ! and their guide up the winding stair I case nnd through the broad coirldors he ,noted the numerous uniformed at tendants pacing up and down. In the I outer olllce of the seciet service head I quarters they were met by a polite secretary, who invited them to be seated nnd confide their business to I him, which Palmer, his obstinacy aroused by what his amour propro. I took to be a slight in shelving him I with a subordinate when he desired to see the chief, declined to do. ! The secretary's patience was wear I ing thin under Palmer's Irritating manner and he was about to close the KINDNESS It Is the dutS5cf all men To cultivate a gentle mind; And though it chafes us now and then I think we always should be kind! Ah, yes, we always should be kind! And so when tigers come my way 1 think you'll almost always find I'll very gently run away. But, later, since I may not boot him, I very probably will shoot him. I would not hurt an anarchist Because his iews seem strange to me. I ought to note each mental twist As though 'twere something good to see. 'Tls gentleness he needs, you see. . , Let kindly feelings therefore hum! Which gives him opportunity To send us all to Kingdom Come. And since we are too kind to bang him I really think we ought to hang him! GPvIF ALEXANDER. FRENCHYAll Shined I ' I " "'"- ' - "' " ' KtaSA'rarc - ' ' Interview when tho swing door leading to an Inner otllco opened and Detective Mitchell stepped out. Ho halted at sight of Maynard, who sat with his back toward tho door, and disappeared Into the room again. An instant later the call bell buzzed nnd, excusing him self, tho secretary stepped insldo the Inner room. "Nice business keeping a man of my standing waiting in an anteroom," fumed Palmer, turning to Maynard, but the lattcr's rejoinder was lost by the return of tho secretary. ' "Will you nnd our friend step tills way, Mr. Palmer?" ho said. "Chief Connor will seo you." Palmer's walk past the secretary was Indicative of his feeling of triumph; ho had gained his point. Muynard, fol lowing close at his heels, smothered a smllo as they reached the large tab'p near the window where sat Chief Con nor with Detective Mitchell standing by him. "Glad to seo you, Mr. Palmer," said I Connor cordially, as Palmer introduced himself and then mentioned Maynard's name. Chief Connor rose and extended his hand to tho famous actor. "Won't you sit here?" indicating chairs to his right. "You already know Mitch ell, I believe." Palmer nodded cuitly; he was some what taken aback at tho presence of the detective; he would 'rather have seen the chief alone. Maynard, who had acknowledged Mitchell's greeting courteously, waited for Palmer to opei. tho Interview, but it was not until Connor remarked pleasantly: "Well, gentlemen," that Palmer addressed him. Up and on His Way By NATALIE SUMNER LINCOLN Author of "The Nameless Man" "I am convinced tliat tho man found dead In Hurnham's library on Tuesday afternoon was a German spy," ho stated. "I presumo from tho presence of Detective Mitchell, who Is in chargo of the investigation of that mystery, that you nro working along the samo lines." Connor's reply took tho form of a question. "What leads you to think tho man was a German spy?" "Tho fact that no Inquiries have been made for him looks to mo as If his relatives nnd friends nro In Ger many," explained Palmer. "If ho had been of any nationality at peace with us, or nn American citizen, his ab sence would have been reported and tho aid of the police sought." Connor nodded slightly. "That is a identified llie man reasonable argument, Mr. Palmer, but it is not evidence. Any ono who dies suddenly these days is a German spy in the public's opinion. We must ha e more to 0 upon than that." Maynard looked across at Detective Mitchell. "Have'jou identilied tho man?" There was a faint pause before Mitchell answered, "No; but our finger-print experts will make a final re port soon," ho answered. "Slow work," observed Palmer, and Chief Connor saw the color steal up in the detective's face. "Slow work but sure," he remarked with emphasis., "Don't give yourself too much concern, Mr. Palmer, the police will solve the riddle. And it is a case presenting some unique fea tures, I'll admit." "It does," exclaimed Mitchell eager ly. "Hero we have a man, without an identifying mark on his person or his clothes, poisoned some time be tween 2 and 3 Tuesday morning ana Ais body not found until twclvo hours 'TUter, and then located in a room which an hour previous had not con tained his body," Mitchell rumpled his hair, "and no one in tho house but Miss Evelyn Preston, who arrived that inorning. It's a very pretty problem." '.'There was some ono else in the house beside Miss Preston," replied Palmer warmly. 'The man who car ried the dead body into tho library. It's a great pity the house wasn't searched instantly from top to bot tom." "True," agreed Maynard. "But none of us, the coroner and Doctor Hayden included, realized there might be a murderer concealed on the premises until after Penfleld's statement that the man had been dead about twelve hours, and Miss Preston's Immediate declaration that some ono had rung ?" tho library bell Just beforo she came upstairs from the kitchen and found tho dead man sitting there. Our search then, of course, proved fruitless; the man had mado good his escape." "There wasn't a traco of any ono having been In the house except Miss Preston," added Mitchell. "Wo search ed tho entire place." "That bears out Burnham's theory that tho man was murdered elsewhere and carried into his house," remarked Palmer. "It is an Interesting theory," com mented Chief Connor, nnd turned to Palmer directly. "I understand, Mr. Palmer, that you aro Mr. Burnham's most intlmato friend; can you tell mo If ho has any enemies?" Palmer glanced Involuntarily at Maynard. "I never heard any one express hatred of Burnham," he said, speaking slowly. "But ho Is not par ticularly popular." "That bears out what I havo heard, chief," broke in Mitchell. "Yes," Connor turned again to Pal mer. "You have answered very con cisely, Mr. Palmer; now plcaso tell mo If you have heard Burnham ex press animosity toward any one." Palmer moved restlessly. "That's a hard question." "Why?" "Because Burnham is very out spoken and frequently exaggerates his feelings." "Mr. Palmer, I will bo greatly obliged if you will answer directly; docs Burnham harbor animosity against any one?" "Well, to be exact," Palmer avoided ICaynard's eyes, "I believe he dislikes Bono La Montagne." "Rene La Montagne?" "Captain In the French Flying Corps, an 'Ace'," explained Maynard, break ing into tho conversation. "The dis like is all on Burnham's side; I have never heard La MontAgno say anything disagreeable about Burn ham." Ho paused, then added, ' Burn ham's behavior is peculiar at times, I understand," , "So it appears," replied Chief Con nor dryly. "Mitchell has Just InformeJ mo that Burnham's train reached Washington about 1:30 Tuesday morn ing." "It did?" Palmer sat up and stared at the speaker. "Why, Burnham tele phoned me Tuesday night from Union Station that he had Just arrived." Maynard, the fingers of his right hand resting in his vest pocket, thrust a 'paper deeper down inside the lining as he listened absorbedly to tho con versation. "There Is another point where you can help us, Mr. Palmer," continued Chief Connor. "Has Burnham In your presence ever uttered seditious and disloyal sentiments?" "Never!" Palmer's denial was In stant. (CONTINUED TOMORROW) Dearborn Independence Henry Ford's Dearborn Independent has madi a rediscovery of Eraft and profiteering; It becudgels the booze-dls-spensers ; It flays the devil of mili tarism; It Jays into the curse of secret diplomacy, and altogether takes a filiot at pretty much of every head that raises Itself above the trenches ot privi lege and sin. Tlie Independent's alliterative- depart ment, we are glad to observe, is hitting on all six. as when Editor Pipp springs a caption like this, "Doughnuts and De votion," or "Ho Hum !" For alliteration Is to editorial sprightllness what a set of pliant springs are to Mr. Ford's automobile they soften the harder aspects of sustained serious writing, and at the same time produce enough of a mental Jar to keep the mind gently stimulated. Best of all, ve like the poetry, with which Mr I'lpp Intersperses his edi torials. It Is pleasant to read about the dlsorderous Bolshevlki, for exam ple, and then come upon a lyrical couplet such as, Dumps come to all; but to some mei a bump la a blow; to others a boost on the jump. , Or this: Got tho 'Bltes"1 Good blue when tin- dotiB . Holds the preen of the grass and the pold of he sun. There Is poetry ! Self-starting, stream lines, extra tire, one-man top, and every thing! Its most laudable features are tho three speeds and reverse especially the reverse. Take that first verse, for example, and see how feelingly It flow when you start it backward: Blows come to all; but to some men a blow Is a bump; to others a boost out of "low." That Is the beauty of the Detroit school of poetry ; even the beginning scanner can scan and Pyntactlcato its verse, forward or backward, upside down or downside up, or In a Republi can as readily as in a Democratic ward. The casual and transposable quality Is even better Illustrated by tho other lyric: Oof the plpt Good pip when well done Holds the morning-after HicU of tho gin- fizz bun. Nlneteen-twenty model In every re spect, the Detroit type of verse lacks only one quality to make it tho Ideal poetrj ; It Is not gasless. Cartoon Magazine. DREAMLAND AD VENTURES -By Daddy "THE BOY TRAMP" (Peggy and Billy on a hike aro at tacked by a raggedy figure, who takes their lunch. Johnny Hull grabs the raggedy figure.) ONE SURPRISE AND THEN ANOTHER ifTOW, yowl oh, call off your dog I" i begged the raggedy fleurc. but much to the surprise of Peggy and Billy ho spoke in a very low voice, almost a whisper. This was very strange, as he might havo been expected to yell his loudest, with Johnny Bull chewing at his trousers seat. "Quick, ho'Il tear 'em !" urged tho raggedy chap. And Indeed at that moment there was a ripping and1, a tearing as the seat of the trousers gav way and Johnny Bull dropped to tho ground. The raggedy figure, still clutching Billy's lunch box, scrambled higher Into tho tree. . There he Inspected the damage done to hla garments. Presently ho looked down' and grinned. "That shows how wise I am to wear two pairs of trousers," he chuckled. "While the outer casing has been punc tured by your ferocious beast I am still clad comfortably and respectably." "Glvo us back our lunch," demanded Billy. "Aro you as hungry as I am? When did you last' cat?" asked the raggedy figure "Why, not since breakfast," replied Billy. "Flo on you, then, for keeping food from ono hungrier than yourself," ecolded the raggedy figure with a grin. "I havo not dined since yesterday noon and feel now the need of a bite." "And f feel the need of a bite, too. AValt until I get hold of you," growled Johnny Bull, leaping up toward the rag gedy figure. "But I must dine in quiet," said the raggedy figure, taking from his pocket what looked like a fishllne," and if you will not call off your dog, I must dis pose of him." BRUNO DUKE,Solver of Business Problems By HAROLD WHITEHEAD, Author of "The Business THE rROBLBM OF THE PROFIT SHARING PLAN The Plan That Didn't Work IT WAS Interesting to notice how Charles and James Magnus received Bruno Duke's questions. Charles always wanted to give the fullest answers possible, but suggested that his brother do the talking. James was curt I almost said discourteous and told Charles to give any Information asked for. This usual formula was Indulged In when Duke asked them when they started their profit-sharing plan, how long It ran and why they abandoned It. The answer Charles gave yis In sub stance this: The plan was put Into force nearly two years ago and Is still In operation, but must be either abandoned or chang ed at the end of the present fiscal (and calendar) year because no good results could be traced from It. "Damn It, Charles," growled James, "don't use sissy words. ' The plan was a fizzle and the fellows a lot of un grateful fools, Mr. Duke. They are, Charles," he snapped when his brother wns about to protest. "There, now you got me tangled up. As I was saying, tho fellows used to work like human beings until we put In this 'give 'em something for nothing' plan-i-and since then they've done nothing but kick kick kick because they ain't getting a square deal regular 'holdup men,' the whole bunch of them." He .seemed better for having got his Ideas on profit-sharing out of his sys tem. "In fact, Mr. Duke," Charles took up the story, "we must do something dif ferent, for the organization seems to be undermined, unfortunately and by our extra bonus money, too," "In as few words as possible," Duke abruptly asked, "tell me what your plan was and how It operated." "Suppose you- James?" began Charles. "No," snapped the brother, "it's your fool scheme." Charles sighed and began: "We got the whole force together' on, December 26 two years ago and told the men that, beginning January 1, we should make every one on the place a profit sharer with us, We would take 20 per cent of the profit and divide It equally among the people who had been with us a full year. That bonus would bo paid at the end of the year, or, rather, as soon after stock-taking as pos sible. It seemed to work fairly well for a month or two, the workers appeared stimulated then they dropped Into the old habits and worse, for I heard indi rectly that some of the people said we neer would give them their share, as we should 'crook the books' as they ex prested It, In our favor. v "Well, I thought that wo would be all right after the first bonus was paid. But while they told us- they were pleased and grateful " "Damn hypocrites !" rumbled James. "Grateful," continued Charles, "they actually questioned our gift and won dered how we arrived at tho figure." "Yes," broke in James again. "I suppose they wanted usto throw open our books for them if they can't take our word for It, they can go hang. They should be satisfied with getting a gift without susplcloning it," "How much profit did you make that first year?" I asked. They both looked at me. tor It was the first question I had asked. "Wu thought we had forty thousand, I Copyrleht, 1010, by The Tribune Co. "Yowl Yowl Oh, call off your dog!" With that the raggedy figure suddenly dropped one end ofjthe lino downward. It fell over Johnny Bull's stubby tall, and before Johnhy or Billy or Peggy knew what tho raggedy figure was up to, he was pulling on the line and drag ging Johnny Bull Into the tree. Johnny Bull was taken entirely by surprise. He snapped and ho growled and he twisted, but being lifted by the tall In that way he was helpless. He had only the empty air on which to use his claws and teeth. "Now, we will dine In peace," re marked tho raggedly figure, tying the string to a branch and opening the lunch box. "Ah, what a delicious repast Is spread before us. Fair lady and kind sir, I Invito you to my banquet. A sandwich for beauty nnd a sandwich for bravery!" Ho tossed a sandwich to Peggy, and another to Billy, taking one himself, "And here Is one for boldness. Ah, yum, yum !" Peggy and Billy were surprised that tho raggedy figure should nhare their lunch" with them after he had robbed them of It, but they were hungry and they promptly ate the sandwiches he (Copyright) as I mentioned some time ago and we paid eight thousand dollars In bonus or about a hundred and twenty-seven dollars a head all rounv.' The oung boys were pleased, ibut the salesmen grumbled openly." TODAY'S 1IUHINKSS QUESTION What does "dividend" mcanT .Ansioer will appear tomorrow. ANSWER TO Yi;STi;ilI)AY'h I1USI NK.SS QUESTION A "tickler" is a book or card index containing a memorandum of notes or debts fn order, of maturity. In this space Mr. Whitehead will an buying, selling, advertising and employ, swtfr readers' business questions on ment. Business Questions Answered Please ulve mo your opinion of a corre snonilence salesman's tralnlnsc school (name triti. - "Ba,rds to its Buarxnteo of !.!.?.? mr '.". b? .a slenin anil cettlns a position as It claims. Is there anv other Xi 1 .wh.,c0 5u cnn recommend? Do sou thlnlc that I inn learn salesmanship from books anj correspondence? J J. c. I have no personal knowledge of the school you mention, although I've seen Its material. THE DAILY WHILE MOTHERS REIGN By JOSEPHINE MURPHY ii TAMES Is at such an uninteresting O age thirteen you know. I .. ,l.t . 1 .. I "It is too bad, Isn't It? My brother is Just the same as James. So uninter esting and always In tho way." James, sitting on the back doorsteji, heard the words nnd a dark flush mounted his brow. The answer of his sister's companion killed a budding ro mance that had but lately entered his heart. He arose and walked down the path out Into the broad sunny avenue. His sister's words came as a climax to an already unhappy week and mother, his real friend, was up In her room, with a now little head reposing In the curve of her arm. "A boy!" James's heart had leaped when he heard tho words; but now it was filled with pity. Inevitably It would have to reach the uninteresting age. He kicked a pebble viciously. Today was Saturday, baseball day, and when mother vas well, cake and p'e am Early In the morning he had entered the ftltchen and asked Mary when the cake would be done. She had mutterec something about youngsters "always on hand." 1 Then he had met his brother John, for whom he had a deep feeling of admira tion. "Hello, son!" John's-greeting had been. James had tried to laugh at the Joke, but a small lump In his throat checked thq laugh. Next hff met his father, and asked for his weekly allowance. Father had given him the money, then looked him over, with a slow disconcerting gaze. "You must hurry up, James, and grow to an age when you'll be able to earn your own allowances," said the father with a kind pat on James's shoulder, but James had swallowed another hard lump in his throat, Ho wandered back into the house and By MILT GROSS Sz gave them. Johnny Bull writhed and growled at the end of the string. "Ua, my good dog, you shall have the crumbs that fall from our banquet table," laughed tho raggedy figure, and ho popped Into Johnny Bull's moiHh a pleco of ham. Johnny never had eaten upside him before, but ho grabbed on to that ment and gulped It down or rnther up. 1 Hungry as' Peggy and Billy vere, the raggedy figuro sjemed hungrier, but he shared the sandwiches, the cookies, he cuke nnd other goodies with them, all In equal portions, andjfhe didn't for get Johnny Bull. When the last scrnp was gone, ho untied Johnny Bull nnd dropped him to the ground. "Now that my hunger has been ap peased, I hasten to apologize for not warning my face before our meal," he said. "Had I been myself I would have done bo, but being In tho rolo of Hal, the boy tramp, it would never have done to spoil my make-up and my reputation with water." When he said "boy" tramp" Peggy and Billy looked at him In fresh surprise, and even Johnny Bull ceased growling ocr his Injured tall. On looking closely they saw he was really only n boy about the same age as Billy. "If I had known ou were only a boy, I'd have made It warm for you when you stolo my lunch," muttered Billy. "I don't like tramps," said Peggy, dis approvingly. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" "Not a bit of it," laughed the boy tramp. "I enjoy It, and I'm enjoying It very particularly right now, for " ho paused, looked around, and lowered his olce "I'm more than a boy tramp I'm a detective in the midst of a gang of robber tramps. I want you to help me capture them." (Tomorrow will be told how Peggy and Billy join forces with the boy tramp.) 1 Career of Peter Flint," etc. You want education more than a Job: ?et the knowledge and you can get your own Job. While the hchool you mention Is. of course, a gobd one, resident education is best. Try one of the local evening schools. Under separato cover I send you names of books desired. A reading of .hem will undoubtedly help you. ,.OIV!l0 ast ,f.our or fl,e weeks I have .1?.?, J,ot wln Unmo Duke lth ,ntcrelt hfmJ ,h?y aB? uv.ou mentioned the possli ii.il '. h.e. fnBht secure some experlenco J,1.Me ,R1Yert.,Blnir bu"' I hope he doci! particularly in wrltlns copy. i,!1'1 ?V Blve .mo "ome advice on how to break in" on the advertising same? F. -Mi P. Which end of the advertising game do you want to "break In" on? Selling? Advertising? Writing copy? Agency work? Adertlslng manager for store? Manufacturer? Mall order clerk or what? I assume you mean copy writing. In that case you should watch tho ads In such Journals as Printer's Ink or Ad vertising and Selling and also advertise in their Journals yourself. If j-ou have knowledge of any particular business, advertise In the trade Journals interested In that business. I am a firm believer in advertising for an advertising Job It shows your con fidence In It. NOVELETTE Into the llbrarv. whBr. t hi. iv.L ,FA. nM ..!. -T..... . . U'-.l-Wt I jc.-uiu Bisitr uin .ana ner chum, Jrene. James sat down, uninvited,- to .c oum no aumirea Irene and liked to watch her long lashes. Ruth gave him one look, then: "James, jou haven't polished your shoes this morning," she said. His cheeks burned, for Irene's eyes had followed Ruth's glance at the muddy shoes. He went out and sat down on the front steps. Then his sister's voice reached his ears. "Uninteresting." "I wonder Just when a fellow becomes uninteresting," ho said. He started to walk down the street Ho was glati he met none of the boys. He wanted to bo alone. He did not want to meet even Georgle Long, who was also thirteen and probably unin teresting. His allowance Jingled in his pocket, and with the jingle came a thought. He wouldn't touch a penny of It. He would earn his own money and buy flowors for his mother. Perhaps his uninteresting age would not affect the Jr,0cer, when he saw such big hands and willing feet. James reached tho grocery store and went to the proprietor, who knew him. Do you want a boy to help deliver goods?" he asked. "You're Just, In time. James. We're short of help. Get on that wagon going out. I'll pay you fifty cents a day." James did so, and the. wagon started at a mad paca. He had some difficulty to maintain his scat on the rear end. Finally it stopped with a lurch. "Here, boy," the driver commanded, "take this up to the third floor, Mrs. Hale." u. James took the box filled with grocer ies and started on his Journey. He was pulling breathlessly when he came down After hours of climbing stairs the day ended, leaving him with weary feet, skinned knuckles and every bono In his body having a separate ache. He had pocketed his fifty cents and was on his way home. He stopped at the florist's and purchased romo very pale creamy looking roses. It was quite late by now, hut ho knew they wouldn't miss him at home. They would be very much re lieved because ho wasn't there. He pictured them all at the table. Father at the head, then brother and sister. No, mother wouldn't be there! If she were, and he would straighten up his shoulders, she would Bay, "Sit her next to mother, my little man." ,il Jawl n? peached the house and walked bravely In. One of his long legs came In connection with a leg of the chair, but he recovered himself quickly, and going over near hi father placed the fifty cents he had received from him that morning near his plate. "I worked today, father," he said In a. low voice, "and I'm able to return the money to you. I'm Just as much obliged, though. It's all right. Isn't It?" hi mother" " wanteJ neH for Still the father did not answer becaue of a tlghtenlng1n,hls thfoat, 1 v"u" James turned and flew up stairs. Reaching his mother's room, he sentlv pushed open the door. Yes, she was there, She lo6ked around dreamily, then half Btarted at the pathetic little figure standing there. Coot torn," twfir buttons missing, muddy shoes nnd withal hold ing cnrefully un armful of roses. She. put out her arms nnd In a minute he was In them, sobbing and kissing her between the Bob, forgetting, his soiled hands and his uninteresting age. After a long silence ha looked up and said, with a half, smile, '"The world doesn't matter, with knocks and diss while mothers still reign." " ' For answer she hugged her boy closer, ,1 y Ml -frl K i J i t 1 1 i x 'I v - . 1.. ,.-r "fl--J.J ll.'.Ul.lnli.l. -;i''ws ' '. r. . ,y ,,.'& itimh&t' : m: "iMmih? Airs -r !fir:3Wr -j . , : a& wSLvhn ':i, ,ll I r-?, -r n rs . I r?5; -"-1 ;tolJ'J -i.LjKjT Xm 1 III ,IW' JV li 11 j J 11 MM '-& -Jfirr . ,..; A. '. b .. & . :h & ,, . me' Jr 'JJ 9Wiixv,rL .
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