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f-ln'VV'Evslyh' Preston nnds tho body of
f- ft "At .stranger In the library of her
mjMj ,npmo in Washington and her mother
FV , and her stenfAther. Peter nurnhnm.
appear as mystified as she Is. The
j man died of prusslc ncld. Cnptaln
si; 1a Montagne, In love with Evelyn,
learns that his letters to her have
"been Intercepted and blames Burn
ham, nurnhnm Is slightly wounded -by
a bullet and blames La Monti.gne.
Mrs, Ward, the housekeeper In the
Burnham home, has acted peculiarly
since the discovery of the body, Eve
lyn sees her go Into tho library and
follows her. Just as the girl bends
to sea If the key Is In the lock, the
door Is pulled open . 'id she falls Into
the arms of her stepfather.
THEN READ THIS
fS SUDDEN Impulse Evelyn sloop-
over to sec It by chance a key was
In tho lock on tho other Hide of the
door. Before she secured a good look
at the hole the door was Jerked open
and Evelyn precipitated Into the arms
of her stepfather. I
Peter Burnham regarded her In si
lent Indignation as sho recovered her j
balanco and released her hold of his
nrm which she had Instinctively clung ,
to for support.
"What Is the meaning of this?" he
demanded and his voice betrayed his
excitement.
"I was trying to see If the door
, was locked on tho inside." Evelyn
was a trifle breathless as well as con
sumed with inward fury at having
been caught in so ignominious a posi
tion by her stepfather. "I hnd no Idea
you were in the room."
"Oh, you hadn't." Burnham shoved
his hands deep in the pockets of his
dressing gown. "Well, If you must
know, I came in to find out what you
were doing In here. Don't deny you
were here," as she started to speak.
"I heard you from my bedroom and
camo In to Investigate."
"You did not hear me," Evelyn
retorted. "Mrs. Ward was In here.
"Mrs. Ward!" Burnham turned and
'gazed uneasily about the room, and
back at Evelyn. "What was she do
ing here?"
., "She said she came in to straighten
the room." Evelyn paused In her con
templation of Burnham and also
glanced about the room. Mrs. Ward
had evidently arranged the shades and
curtains so as to darken the library,
and Evelyn, her eyes accustomed to
the sun-lit hall, male out the familial
objects with some difficulty. "I hope
Wrs. Ward did not dust," sho added
as Burnham kept silent. "Detective
Mitchell expressly stated we were not
to dust In here."
"And pray where have you seen
Mitchell?" asked Burnham quickly.
"Here," meeting his Irate gaze
calmly. "The detective spends a great
- deal of timo in and about the house.
Don't you think you had better go
back to bed?"
Burnham muttered something she
did not catch. "Have you seen that
jackass, Jones?" he asked In a louder '
key. j
"Yes, ho is looking for mother."
Evelyn's eyes were growing more
used to the light and sho saw that a
drawer of the desk table was opened,
and an overturned scrap-basket lay
on the floor near at hand. "Why did
you lock the library door?"
"To prevent Intrusions," replied
Burnham shortly. "The police have
ordered this room closed: very well,
it shall remain closed. Please notify
Mrs. Ward to that effect, and also
kindly tell Jones to bring me my
clothes. I'll " a coughing spell inter,
rupted him. "Tell Jones I'll discharge
him if he doesn't,'' he added as soon
as ho could speak. "Also ask him
if he sent that telephone for Doctor
Hayden."
"I heard him do that," volunteered
Evelyn. "The doctor said he would be
in after his morning office hours wero
oyer."
"Oh, all right." Burnham moved
to tho desk and picked up a pencil
sharpener from among the brass orna
ments lying about. "Hurry, Evelyn,
and send Jones to my room with my
clothes."
But Evelyn did not start at once on
her errand; there was a feverish anx
iety about Burnham which puzzled
her. His explanation of his presence
In the room was plausible; It was a
natural Impulse to look In the library
if ho heard any one moving about in
the room closed by order of the cor
oner, and perfectly proper to lock the i
door to prevent others entering. But
why had he not looked Into the hall
on first entering the library to see who
had left the room? Vhy wait nearly
. five minutes, for that time at least had
elapsed while she, Evelyn, had engaged
Urn housekeeper in conversation, be
fore jerking open the door? And why
select the moment when she and not
Mrs. Ward was standing before It?
Como to think of it, she had rattled the
knob In trying to open the door; of
course, that would attract uurnham's
attention and cause him to ilnd out
who was trying to enter. Satisfied
with, tho sudden solution whlqh had
occurred to her, Evelyn woke up to
the fact that Burnham was thumping
nervously on the door which he held
' Invitingly open.
', "Hurry; hurry," he reiterated, and
'?' Evelyn sped out of the room.
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, securely, then taking out his bunch
of keys he slipped the Itey on its silver
ring and dropped them back In his
pocket. Next he hurried over to the
desk and gathered some papers from
the drawer, closed It, picked up the
scrap basket' and placea it under the
desk, and taking a pocket chess board
v from the table he returned to his bed
't'Am fhrnuirh the. communlcatlnsr
V, dor; closlmr it carefully behind him.
.'After1 pulling up the shades and push
' 'trw back tho curtains and flooding the
with light,- he, clambered back
bad and commenced' reading; over
'ubam .tu, Mtlti tf!Mtnhflwt In his
pvini4Kimif imnK,vui.
a difficult chess problem on the pocket
board when a rap on his hall door
disturbed him. "
"Come in, Jones," he called, but In
stead of his butler. Doctor Hayden
walked in. Burnham's worried ex
pression changed to one of relief. "I
thought you would iievwr come," he
exclaimed, pushing aside the chess dia
grams lying on the counterpane.
"Draw up a chair and lot's' talk; don't
bother about that thermometer,"
frowning. "My temperature Is normal.
I've taken It," pointing to a silver en
cased instrument lying on the bed
stand.
Hayden smiled as he sat down, hav
ing first, however, poured out a glass
of water from a carafo on the stand
and put his thermometer In the -Klass
of water
"Amateur diagnosticians make work
'You lie!" Eveljn, her
for the phjhicians," lie said good na
turedly. "What are your symptoms
today, Burnham?"
But Burnham did not smile. "I know
what alls me," he retorted dogged
ly, his eyes shifting about the room
and then back at Hayden. "Worry has
played the devil with my digestive or-
:ijifsmfm
gans. I'll admit I had a beastly night, ' stinately. "Let me tell ou some
but I am all right now. I don't like I thing: La Montagne expected to find
the baby's food my wife insists on me here Monday night because I wrote
sending up to me, gruel and such stuff, him to meet me here."
I want a square meal."
"We'll see." Hayden laid his fingers
on Burnham's wrist. "Pulse all right,"
he said cheerily. "Stop worrying,
Burnham, and give your nervous sys
tem a rest. I have told you before that
THE
My friend protected me in youth.
My education lie provided.
He taught me love for honor, truth.
At heart, we've never been divided.
And hove I now forgotful grown
Because he asks me for a loan?
When danger threatened me he oame
To my assistance gladly, proudly.
I knew his wortli and sang his fame
Persistently and somewhat loudly.
And can I now proclaim him rash
Bccnusc he needs a little cash?
It cost him money to defeat
The enemy that once assailed me.
He struggled in the battle's heat.
In times of stress he never failed me.
I renlly cannot love him much
If I grow chilly nt his touch.
So, Uncle Hnm, my wnd is yours.
Just help yourself to whnt you're needing.
As long as Liberty endures
Affection's cnlls we'll all be heeding.
The jingle of our coins won't stop
Till Victory Loan goes o'er the top!
GIUF ALEXANDER.
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you work yourself Into these excite;
ments."
"Work myself up!" exclaimed Burn
ham bitterly. "Nothing of the sort.
Do you think a man of my tempera
ment can keep calm after finding a
dead man In one of my rooms, and
being shot nt two nights ago and the
murderer still nt large? Why, man,
my life's In danger any hour, uny mo
mont until Bene m Montagne is put
under restraint."
Hayden held up a cautioning hand.
"Hold on, Burnham, we do not know
for certain that I-a Montagne shot at
you on Thursday night; your charge
Is unsubstantiated."
"I am morally certain of it," de-
, dared Burnham, sitting bolt-upright,
' "Not 0,1,y U,ilt 10 ' to Rtt me
th' but thaffhr killed the unkn'own
(-?
s&sasgsB
eyes blazing with wrath, shook the bed
man here on Monday night in mistake
for me."
"What!" Hayden regarded Burn-
hum's flushed countenance with keen
attention. "Come, come, Burnham,
don't talk nonsense; be sensible."
"You can think mo cracked If you
like." Burnham's Jaw protruded ob-
'You did!" Hayden stared In as
tonishment at his patient. "Why did
you make an appointment with him If
you did not like or trust the man?"
"Because I wanted him to under
stand, once and for all, that neither
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By NATALIE SUMNER LINCOLN
Author of "The Nameless Man"
Mrs. Burnham nor I would permit
Evelyn to mnrry him." Burnham
cleared his throat, his voice having
Krown nusKy, veiyn was cxpecieu
in )usninKiuu unu i wttmvu t"v
Frenchman told before they met."
"Well, did you seo La Montagne
Monday night?" asked Hayden.
' "No, business in Philadelphia upset
my plans." Burnham's eyes ngaln )
shifted from his physician. "I did not i
reach Washington until Tuesday." !
"Oh!" Hayden stroked his chin re-
flpctlvelv. Burnham wn certainly I
working himself Into a state of nerv
ous agitation, and the astute physician
was wondering how much reliance to
place upon his statements'. It was
very obvlo'us, however, that Burnham
was bent on talking to some one, and
Hayden decided it was better to
to emphasize her morels
thresh the subject out with him,
rather than have him bottle up his
spleen and nurse his wrongs, fancied
or otherwise. v
i
"Let us look at the situation sensibly
and without excitement," he said.
'You believe La Montagne killed this
unknown man In mistake for you?"
"Yes."
Hayden's next question was checked '
Dy tne entrance of Evelyn, whose
over-bright eyes indicated' suppressed
excitement.
"Jones has gone," she announced,
hardly greeting Hayden as sho walked
over to iho oeci.
"Gone! Gnnn where?" 'Burnham
half rose.
"I don't know no one knows'
Evelyn waved her hands. "He jusf
left."
"Walked out?"
"I suppose so," glancing In surprise
at Burnham, who had almost shouted
tho question. He noted her expression
and modified his tone. "What have
you in your hand, Evelyn?"
For answer she laid a small package
on me ned and Burnham half ex.
tended his hand and then . .
back. ' v.
"It's been opened," he exclaimed,
"Who opened It?"
"I don't know. I found the pack-
age on tho hall table downstairs when
I went to answer tho front door."
Burnham pulled off tho outer cover -
lng of the package with such vigor
that, its contents fell in a shower over
the bed. '
"It's only your chess problem dia
grams from Europe," exclaimed Eve
lyn, picking up one which fell nt her
feet. "Why make such a fuss about
them?" observing Burnham's grow
ing wrath.
He changed tho subject with abrupt-
Poor Matchmaker
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I HAD A DOG JUST pa YOU DID? WHERE 1
I LIKE HIM ONCE l 13 HE NOWV J I
ness; "Your mother has repcatodly
told you not to go to tho door, Evelyn,
but to wait for ono of tho servants.
It Is not dignified for you to answer
tho door bell."
"I Onlv Went tixrnllltn T did not wish
, to k3p Dectectlvo Mitchell standing
, on tho Bf.no ino.r. ho tiro-
,cstcd colorlng undcr hla rebuke. str.
Mitchell said you had telephoned for
him.1
"So I did. Will- AMn'i vnu RflV at
once that ho was here?" glaring at
her. "Ask him to como In," and as
Evelyn made for the door ho added
In an nsldo to Hayden: "When I
send important messages I telephone
from the library." Ho leaned over
HmJ Poko In a confidential whisper,
JJtnoIv rm watched; they can't fool
me. Como in, Mitchell," ho called
more loudly and frowned as Evelyn,
her curlosltv nlnup.1 hv thn situation.
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walked determinedly In behind tho de-lnnd his body was powerful. His mus
tectlvo; then his frown changed to a taehe, black as coal, bristled fiercely,
smllo and he dropped his eyes so thai i but in his eyes was n kindly twinkle
the others might not see tho sudden
crafty malice which lit them.
"Draw up a chair, Evelyn," he sug
gested politely, but disregarding his
remark she walked over to the bed
and leaned against tho footboard. De
tective Mitchell likewise remained
standing by Hayden and waltftd for
I Burnham to address him.
"Found the murderer yet?" asked
' Pllrnlinm I
"No, sir." .. i
"Identified the dead man?" '
Not yet. sir." Mitchell shlrted hla
o'Th'e- Sb0eTW ?rZd
hours now."
i "Ah, Indeed. Well, I'll assist' In
pushing tho clock hands forward."
i Burnham paused to sip some water j
i from a glass on tho bedstiind; Ills
throat was getting dry. When head-1
1 dresed his companions ho spoke with
deliberate impresslveness. "The dead I
man was murdered In mistake for
me, he began. "And by tho same
man who on Thursday night ngaln
tried to kill me, that time by shoot
ing." Mitchell bent eagerly forward.
"Who is this man?"
"Bene La Montagne, of France."
, "You lie!" Evelyn, her eyes blazing
with wrath, shook the bed to empha
size her words. "You He!"
"I don't!" Burnham glared back at
her and smiled triumphantly. "I can
prove my statement. Take down the
charge, Mitchell."
, "One moment." Hayden rose. "Let
us talk this over n bit, uurnnam. :
You say that the unidentified dead
man was murdered in misuse xor yuu .
liv rv-intnin Ln. Montagne,
uiu uan-i
tain La Montagne know you by sight
then?"
"Of course, he did," testily.
"We !
1
met years ago In Paris.
(CONTINUED TOMORROW)
IN THE GARDEN
The man who makes two blades of
grass grow where oue grew before
grows plum discouraged if he is trying
to grow vegetables.
Entirely apart from cconomierca
f.ons, every man should, if he hns the
ground, stnrt a gnrden. It is well
sometimes for a man to know, his limi
tations. .
When nature falls to provide the
amateur gardener with the horn of
plenty she sometimes compromises by
giving him n horny hand.
The garden has one drawback com
pared to fishing. The gardener has to
postpone his lying for several mouths.
Many a man is convinced he' would
make a fine gnrdener simply bccnusc he
hns nt times, nt the behest of his wife,
watered the rubber plant.
He is a true spring philosopher who
enn look forward with equanimity to
thnt grentest of fnlt sports searching
for seed onions in a tangle of weeds.
No matter how far a sweet potato
mny travel, his heart remains at home.
Markham had the wrong. dope. The
man with the hoe is uplifted .with the
,lonc of thc ccnturlcs'
It is a for cry to the Peace Confer
ence, but the potato bug keeps the
memory of Paris green.
THE MAN WITH THE HOE.
AN EPIC .OF THE AIR
With a reckless courage which few
Jlun nirmen would emulate, the enemy
swooped with sinister hum and flash
and gaudy coloring towurd the com
manding officer of" (he Umpteenth
Squadron. R. A. F who failed to no
tice the swift attack nud carried on all
unconscious of his danger.
But one, of his subalterns had seen
the jeopardy in which his lender wai
placed, and dived to the rescue, gal
lantly diverting the enemy's attention to
himself.
The enemy lost no time in engagiug
this new assailant, nnd for a time the
I thrilling duel raged between the young
ofTlcer and his foe. It was not until
the British, nlrman. less experienced in
i fl:cht than his antagonist, appeared to
l"" getting out maneuvreil thnt his com-J
ra"pl1 intervened. s
I Tlien f1Iowwl n W'M me,1',p; in t,lc
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III illt'll UllAtllJ " - --- - MVU.,1,
collided. But they were soon to be
avenged, for the squadron commander,
circling warily round thc enemy, at last
Rained a position in which he had him
at his mercy ; nnd thc enemy hurtled to
the ground, n shuttered wreck.
Then the officers of the Umpteenth
Squadron laid down the folded news
papers with whleh-they hnd been swat
ting the wnsp which had invaded their
mess. London Opinion.
OH- HE COT KILLED tfg
IM A FICHT
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DREAMLAND AD VENTURES-By Daddy
"THE MIGHTY BRONZE GENIE"
(Peggy and flflj find that Pat't .
inoiher h ahout to lotc her home on a
tnortgagr. Thru rith hard ok aid
and (he Mighty Bronze Gcnic comet
to their omittance.)
RICHES IN THE GROUND
pKOOY, Hilly ami I'at were amazed
A at the slptht of the Mighty .Bronze
fJenln. Th'cy hndn't expected their wish
to bo answered by any such story-book
character. They, thought genii hod
lived only In the long ago and in distant
Oriental lands.
This Genie was mighty-looking and
i ,nB"n( 1I,S nend towered up among
'the low-hanglnK branches of the trre's.
m . . "
that made the children feci that he was
n frtntwl '
'Wlsheramc, wlshcramy, put me to
work and wotrli the dust fly," roared
the Genie. "What's your desire?"
Peggy looked at Billy and Hilly looked
at Vat. Vat in turn looked nt Peggy.
None of them knew .whnt to snv.
Finally Peggy summoned up courage
nnl ventured to answer
"Well, you sec, please good Mr.
Mlnlitv limn... ri.ni n- t-i., ,..
Tn"a morte" "'
uiungngc.
"Show this Miser Jenkins to me!"
ronrcd the Urons; Geiiic, 'drawing his
glittering scimitar "One blow and I'll
Jay his head low."
' . . ' ,
, "' wp on t want you to kill lum,"
"! Peggy aghast, as the Mighty
Bronze Genie swung his scimitar about
with murderous fierceness.
'All we want you to do Is to raise
BRUNO DUKE, Solver of Business Problems
By HAROLD WHITEHEAD, Author of "The Business Career of Peter Flint," etc.
(Coprrliht)
THE PIIOBLK.M OF THE PROFIT
SHARING PLAN
Mixed Personalities
tTtIIKv t ,vrot- .. Im. r(lnort ... mv
w . ... . .- .
' MlVi
relitigation work at
Magnus
Brothers- I thought I ' was
through
'flint's where I thought wrong, for when
1 asked Bruno Duke whnt my next job
would be we hnve. se.ernl problems
pending he opened his eyes wide nnd
Mild :
"Next job? We are not through with
this one yet. You'll be bnck on the job
with Magnus Brothers in the morning
ns usual. Don't you realize, Peter, that
although Ave have something definite to
work on you must stny there until the
new plnn is put into force so that we
can know exactly yhat tho workers
say about it?"
"All right then; I'll be there in the
morning." I must cAvn to being n bit
disappointed, for I find it tedious. to
work hnrd nt a place when I know thnt
I'll not be there long. "Have y5u any
plnn worked out yet?"
"Considering that I've had you' re
port less thnn six hours you would
linrdly expect me to have one. There
nrc one or two questions I wnut to nsk
you first. Tell me, whnt nationality arc
the employes?"
"Awfully mixed," I laughed. "George
is Scotch -Irish. .I'm told that the two
Mr. Mngnuses claim they nre Yorkshire.
When asked if they are English they
said, 'No we're Yorkshire' they're
good Yankees now, though. The office
fellows nrc Jewish while thc shipping
room men nre mostly Irish. The sales
men nre I don't know whnt they nrc,
but they're a fine lot of fellows."
"You say thc office men and the
warehouse men don't work vell to
gether?" ' I shook my head. "The office mcu
seem suspicious nnd a bit secretive
although they work well together. The
warehouse-men arc rough and ready,
good-natured, but pugnacious."
"H-m," mused Duke, iit looks as if
the orgnnizntion. must be trented in
three distinct ways. I fear that a uni
form plnn would not work. One other
question, Peter. Have you ahy idea
what thc fellows do in their spare
time?"
"No, a number go .to night school of
some sort I hear some of the desk men
talking dances at times, but I think they
are bluffing they wnntto make the
others feel that they are 'real reggeler
fellers.' "
"What do they think of hardware as
a business and how do they feel toward
the Magnus Brothers?"
"With few exceptions they like the
business. I find that the longer a fellow's
been in it thc more hci likes it. They all
think that the two bosses arc fine, nnd
while, of course, not ngreeing with all
they do. they feel that they get a square
deal. They hate Harlem, though."
"Are .you talking of a town or a.pcr
son?" quizzed Duke.
"Harlem is the cashier. He's n very
short chap, not more thnn five foot two
or five foot three inches. As clever at
figures ns anybody I ever snw, but my !
how that man docs hate himself! He's
forever telling what wonderful things
be does he brags of his home, his
wife (oh, y.es, he's married) his fowl
(so the commandment has it) ami
everything that is his! He sneers at
everybody else. He hns a bitter, sar
castic tongue and generally tries to make
everybody miserable.
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OH ERCY L.
vAKlWAS HIT
MAMAS CAtfAfcY
FIGHTING WITHY
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"Is he!" exclaimed the Bronze
Genie. ' We'll see about thatP'
the $000, so he can't take the Widow
Cliineey's, house."
'"Raise $000," howled the Genie.
"Geewhilllkers, it wouUl.be a lot easier
to cut off his head J"- ' .
"Hut that wouldn't be honest," ar
gued Peggy stanchily. "He loaned
the Widow Cla'nrey .$000, and xhe would
still owe him $000 if you cut off his
head."
"But what good would $000 do him
if I cut off his brad?" asked the Genie,
"It might hire a band to give him a
big funeral, but hp couldn't hear the
band with his head cut off."
That kind of arguing didn't seem to
lead anywhere, and Peggy didn't know
whnt to say next. The Genie noticed
her embarrassment and his fierce look
"The snlesmcn hnte him because he's
always cutting off odd items on their ex
pense necounts. The bookkeepers hate
him hernuse he's so mean with sunnlles
he hns elinrgc of nil officcTiuppiics
nnd is always making them work over
time to get straight. And' George nnd
his gang! 'They swenr he lies nwake
nights to think up ways of finding fault
with thc wny shipments nrojsent. He's
always harping on 'classification of
goods' nnd such like. Believe vmc, Mr.
Duke, Harlem 'is some bird."
"Charles' Mangiis told me of him,"
remarked Duke; "he says he's their
most valuable mnn and 'snves them
thousands of dollars n yenr. He keeps
everybody on thc qui vivc to save ex
penses." "Shouldn't think it would pay to keep
such a grouch as he is, though," I pro
tested. "Say, Mr. Duke, what's nil this
THE. PAIL Y NO VELETTE
BLACKWOODS PHILOSOPHY
By DOROTHY CROWELL
-Tyrns.
ns. ROBERT darted furttve glances
her daughter who was Idly drum
ming on the closed window. Finally,
unable to stifle her curiosity longer, she
burst out, "Grace, stop thnt silly
pounding. What In the world is the
mutter. x Has Richard developed a
grouch?"
Grace shrugged her shoulders and
sighed. "I hardly seo enough of him
to know." Something was forming In
her mind, of which the mother, despite
her superior knowledge of the world,
was Ignorant. ,
Mrs. Roberts went to her. "Never
mind. Grace. You will find after you
have, been married ns long ns I 'that
men nre peculiar creatures, and that It
Is best to let them fight out their
grouches alone."
"Oh, It Isn't that," Oracje declared
seriously. "But I can see' that grad
ually I nm losing Richard's love. In
many ways he shows It."
Mrs. Roberts tried to comfort her
daughter, vowing to give Richard a
Piece of her mind at the first oppor
tunity. Mrs. Roberts was fo be farther
shocked before the visit , was over.
The cause f this new worry was her'
daughter's firm determination to bury
herself in the country, nnd think out
the reason for the growing coldness be
tween herself nnd her husband, and of
all places In the world at Grandmother
Stetn's away up In the wilderness,
miles nnd miles from everything. Mrs.
Roberts threw up her hands In despair
as she heard this Insane folly of her
silly daughter.
Grandmother Stetson, while living In
tho wilderness, knew humnn nature
with a knowledgp that her daughter
could never acquire, nnd when Grace
walked dejectedly Into the little sitting
room of the house In the wilderness,
she was met with ready sympathy and
folded In two substantial arms?"
Jn a few words, Grace unfolded her
grievance, nnd when she had finished
Mrs. Stetson declared with conviction1
"that It Is a mighty poor apology for
a woman who. cannot keep her hus
band's love once she has won it."
Within the week Grace had discarded
her city frocks for more suitable gar
ments, which her own hands had fash
ioned under the critical eyes of the
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gave wny to n smile as he sheathed Ills
scimitar.' "
"Well, I'll not remove hU head
just yet, although I don't know but
what he richly deserves It. This farm
Isn't very rich, but it looks to me to be
worth more than $000. If he is trying
to get it for that, he is a rascal."
"Hist! Thrxe's Sllser Jenkins him
self," whispered Pat, pointing to a
meadow beside the woods. "What do
you think he Is up to?" i
Miser Jenkins, n weazened, 'mean
looklng man, was digging In the bank.
Presently lie found something which
caused his face to Iilght up with nn evil
joy. He gloated over it for a moment,
then cnrelully filled in the hole and
covered it with grass. After n sly look
around to sec whether he hnd been ob
served, he hurried off toward the house.
"We will take n look nt that hole."
dcclnred the Bronze Genie. Using the
snmc Btlck with which Miser Jenkins
had dug, he quickly cleared away the
dirt. Peggy, Pat, ami Billy crowding
close to learn whnt hod so pleased the
miser, saw only dull, black rocks.
But the 'Genie snw more thnn they
'did. His eyes lighted up, and he
quickly broke off a plero of rock, hold
ing it, up to exnmine it more carefully.
."Coall" he exclaimed. "This farm
covers a field of coal.'. It is worth a
fortune. Pat's mother is rich'instend
of poor." k
"But Miser Jenkins is going to take
it away from us on the mortgage," cried
Pat.
"Is he," cxelnimed the Bronze Genie.
"We'll see about thnt."
(Tomorrow will bo told how Miter
Jenkini tries to get the tcidow'l
farm.)
got to do with ijrofit-shnring, anyhow?
The human clement is often, forgot
ten In business organization plans. A
profit sharing plan to be successful must
consider both the economic and thc hu
man equation."
"I never thought of thnt," I ad
mitted. TODAY'S BUSINESS QUESTION
lV'in' i a "Power of Attorney" t.
Answer will appear tomorrow.
ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S
BUSINESS QUESTION
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hentive summary of knowledge.
n this space Mr. Whitehead will an
swer readers' business questions on
buying, scllingi advertising and employ
ment. grandmother. Mrs. Stetson took mat
ters Into her own hands now, and Im
mediately forwarded a telegram which
brought that young man to the house!
in tho wIMumess within a day. He
burst hastily into the sitting room.
"Great Scott!" he cried. "Where Is she?
I never realized Grace was ns 111 as
that. Oh, I knew there was something,
but "
"Grace la not 111," Mrs. Stetson told
him, "That 'telegram Is something be
tween myself nnd my conscience. You
wrote a pretty letter nbout going away
fdr months, nnd leavimj your wife, didn't
you?"'
"Well a business man has to at
tend ," he began.
"Hum." Mrs. Stetson sniffed disdain
fully. "Go In the kitchen and wash up."
She pointed to a door at the end of the
short hall. Richard pressed the latch
end went in.
The figure bent over the table, rolling
pin In hand, he fulled to recognize.
Alarmed at the heavy tread, the girl
looked up. ,,Dlck," Bhe gasped In aston
ishment. Both were embarrassed, and
ncted like tvo children. A formal hand
shake .which left his hand white from
the flour was their greeting.
As the day passed Mrs. Stetson re
fused with a posltlveness that forbade t
argument to assist In the kitchen, and
left the entire management to her grand-1
daughter. Richard seemed to find little.
If any, time to think of business. This
new order of things appealed to him Im
mensely. He had never known Grace In
this new role of housewife, brace hada
always been nttlred In some stylish
dress, but this young person In gingham,
who could, unaided, put together such
a' meal, and" after the dishes wero
washed appear good enough to eat was
a revelation.-
Mrs. Stetson's teachings were- cert
talnly bearing fruit. One dqy Grace .went
to her perplexed and not a little peeved.
"Tell me, Grandmother Stetson," she
asked, tears perilously nenr, "Is a man's
heart only gained through his, stomach?
That Is horrible." Sho shuddered and
brushed her hand furtively across her
eyes. "If I thought that " Mrs.
Stetson smiled and Interrupted, "My
goodness, Grace, don't be so tragic, but
you Just remember this. In spite of all
the fool notions these city friends of
yours have filled your head with, a spick- '
nnd-span gingham apron and the color In
your cheeks, I 'don't mean that kind'
they adverlse, nnd well-cooked meals
will hold a man stronger than any other
ties Invented by mortnl. And here's an.
other thing. It doesn't cost much to gv
a. good smile with It, too. A man will re
spond tq good treatment every time nnd
If ho can't get that at home, then, just
telt me where In this vale of woe' he
can?"
'After they had returned to1 their city
home Mrs. Roberts dropped In'for ens
of her weekly calls. Seeing a race 'at
work attired' In a plain gingham, Iier,
sleeves' rolled up, and humming a tune,
she threw up her hands In horror.- "Good
gracious, child," she walled, "are you
crazy working this way and in such a
rig with the Income Richard has? Do
you want mm lo aespioe you?"
Grace laughed. "Despise me, mother
dear?" She put her plump arms around
her mother's neck and kissed her on
both cheeks, "Why, Richard says I look
good enough to eat In this and for a
divorce killer a gingham, every tlm
Why, It Is the. greatest thing- In tte
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