Wf''v!pj9i. "" 'l"iJfjJ",tt',vivR7 yiv 5?5WTO? 'iCJ!"VifJWiyi V f 7 3" v'i -H W- EVENING PUBLIC LEDGEK PHILADELPHIA', WEDNESDAY, APRIL 16, 1919 ' & IN IS W s, eY fo 3 f K Ik", iT' - Pjj E .1 . U J ' .t 7E THREE STRINGS ConWont, HIS. by n. Arrltton A Co. Copyrioht, Public Ledocr Go. HEAD THIS KH18T Evelyn Preston finds the body of ft stranger In the library of her home In Washington and her mother and her stepfather, Peter Burnhnm, are ns mystified as she Is. Captain La Montagne, In love with Evelyn, learns that his letters to her hnve been Intercepted and blames Burn ham. Burnham, on th- strength of a disagreement with Ln, Montagne in Paris years before, says Ia Mon tagne killed the stranger, thinking the man was Burnham. THEN UEAD THIS HAYDEN shook hla head In bewlld erment. "Then your theory that La Montagne mistook this unidentified dead man for you, Burnhnm, hardly is borne out by the medical evidence " ; "What d'ye mean?" The question shot from Burnham, down whoso hot face perspiration was trickling. "Why, simply that tho man was killed by a dose of hydrocyanic acid" Hayden spoke deliberately to make sure the excited man understood him. "If these two men were drinking to gether as seems a natural supposition, La Montagne would hae known his companion was not jou and would not have administered tho poison. He wasn't shooting at jou In the dark." "Not then, perhaps " Eolyn, whd had shot a grateful look at Hay den, whitened aa she caught the ve nom In Burnham's tone. "Libten to me. Mitchell; I want your full atten tion. La Montagne has great reason to dislike me, to een fear me. Be quiet," as Evelyn endeavored to speak. "I had an appointment to meet La Montagne here on Monday night. ' "You did! " Evelyn stared astounded at her stepfather. "But I was detained and could not keep the appointment," went on Burn ham. He moistened his dry lips b fore continuing. "I take back what I said about La Montagne mistaking tho dead man for me. He undoubtedly brought the man here to assist in as sassinating me and. finding I did not arrive, killed the man ftom a double I motive to get rid pt a witness who might possible betray him and to con- I vlct me of the crime " Evelyn stared at Burnham and then ' at her companions, ner cjk mn "-" of her head. "You are mad! Utterly mad!" she gasped "So that is your cue, is it?" Burn ham laughed heartily. Immoderately, and Hayden edged nearer the bed, ready for any emergency. Mitchell was the first to speak. "That's a ery neat theory." he said, and his calm manner had a quieting effect upon Burnham. "You say you had an engagement to meet Captain La Montague here, sir, but that you did not keep it. Then how did Captain La Montagne and this unidentified man you claim, his companion get Inside your house7" Burnham slipped his hand under the pillow and dragged out a sheet of note paper. "Here is a copy of my letter to Captain La Montagne making the appointment for Monday night. In It you will see that I said that my train might be late, and not wishing to keep him standing on the doorstep in what might be Inclement weather, I inclosed my latch key" Evelyn gazed aghast at Burnham and then vaguely about the room; its 'familiar objects wavered and danced before her vision and with a pitiful cry she sank fainting into Detective Mitchell's arms. "THE BEST LAID rLANS" Maynard, pacing with nervous strides back and forth In Palmer's apartment, paused in front or Doctoi Hayden. "Things look black," he admitted "Devilish black for Reno La Mon tagne." Hayden made a last entry in his day book and slipped It Inside his pocket before answering. "I am afraid they do," he agreed "Any news from police headquarters?" "Only to say that Detective Mitchell is still out; I left word for him to call here." Maynard flung "himself down on the lounge by Hayden. "I wish I had been with you when Burnham preferred charges against Rene, rotten luck being detained down town and missing all the excitement." Any comment Hayden might have made was checked by the noisy en trance of Palmer from his workshop, & small room at the back of his apart ment which he had fitted up with office appliances and draughtsman's tools. "Have you seen Slki?" he asked. "I have," replied Maynard, "I sent him on an errand. Palmer. Slki told me it was his time off so " "That's all right; glad you got some work out of tho beggar." Palmer wheeled an arm chair forward and dropped wearily into it. "Night work is playing the devil with me. What is the latest bulletin from the Burn hams', Hayden?" "Burnham ill and Evelyn better," answered the physician tersely. Maynard laid down his cigarette case unopened. "Had Jones reported back when you were there, Hayden?" At the butler's name Palmer looked up inquisitively. "Come to think -of it, I didn't In quire," exclaimed Hayden, "The house keeper, Mrs. Ward, opened the door for me and I went right upstairs to see my two patients. Palmer stared abstractedly at his highly polished shoes, then looked over at Maynard. "Have you notified Chief Connor that Jones has decamped?" he Inquired. Maynard waited until hs cigarette was lighted before replying. "I have not," he said. "Chiefly be cause I am not altogether certain Jones has decamped. On Inquiry I found that Jpncs had taken 'French' , leave Jn the past, always to return some days later with some very pat ex planation for his absence,"' ( Hayden laughed. "The Burnham hmiukeld is a. singular one." he said, Evelyn, young, impulsive, and charm ing; thero Is Mrs. Ward " He hesi tated. "A curious sort of woman, morose, secretive, and thero Is Jones," ho laughed ngaln. "Jones Is an od dlty." "So odd that I hae spent nearly twenty-four hours looking up hh past career," said Palmer drjly. "And I've dug up some Interesting facts; for in stance, Jones has never taken out his naturalization papers." "His naturalization papeis?" Haj den rat bolt upright. "Isn't Jone an American?" "He Is not," replied Palmer "? -ne day, Hayden, If this district 'is ever declared a barred zone for enemy aliens, many Washington hostesses will find themselves left servantless and the kaiser will get just so much less first-hand Information about American war preparations." "Do you mean Jones Is a German?" demanded Maynard, and into his mind flashed the recollection of his first im pression when Jones admitted him on Tuesday night at the Burnhams"; he had then detected tho faint trace of a foreign accent In his speech, but the I. iLi life ; $ AmmL 11 mm WiWISm "Hs''tfi0B8teft9HM "It strikes me, butlei's knowledge of English had made him forget his, first Impression. "He Is a German" Palmer was on jojing the sui prise his information was creating. "Not liking his full names of Johannes, the butler, then about twent two jears of age, short ened It to Jones and lengthened his given name, 'Adolph,' to Adolphus Now Majnard" Palmer's manner grew serious, "we must tell Burnham of his servant's double dealing." "Just a moment, sir, if jou pleabe," put in a voice behind Palmer, and he jumped at the nearness of Detec tive Mitchell who had walked in a second before, unperceived by the three men "Kindly make no men tion of Jones to Mr. Burnham, Chief SELF-KESPECT "To thine own self be true; and it mus't follow, like the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. ' Polonius's advice to his bon. Be not nfruid to stand alone Whene'er occasion offers. True heroism oft has shown Indifference to scoffers. By little things a man is cast In role of man or spaniel. That man has proved himself nt lnbt Who dares to be a Daniel. The demon in your soul thnt rules Your every thought and action Ignores the jibes of knaves and fools Of every tribe and faction. Your Better Self! The Inward Voice ! Your Ego self-respecting! Obey its dictates and rejoice! Or die, its laws neglecting! GIUF ALEXANDER. DOROTHY DARNITA IT WANT YOU TO CET ME PEROXIDE- I MOST OYE HAIR;- SJjV (ALl-ftlGHTp'A . j BH -- ' Connor Is handling tho matter now, and it's not for us to Interfere." Palmer colored warmly at the de tective's peremptory tone, but con trolled his anger aa ho remarked; "So Chief Connor has come nround to my theory that tho dead man was a Ger man spy, has he'" "I can't say, sir, what Chief Con nor thinks, ho docs not confldo in me," replied Mitchell. "But I do know that when he requests a per son not to Interfere in the handling of a case, It Is healthier for tho per son to do what he says." Seeing the gathering wrath In Palm, cr'a still flushed countenanco. May nard hastily broke Into the conversa tion "Your spy theory doesn't seem ten able, Palmer," he remarked. "If the man was caught spying, why doesn't the man who killed him come forward and state the case? No one is going to be condemned these dajs for ex posing, ne, oven killing, a German spy in .lino of duty." "That's .i specious argument," scoffed Palmer. "It Is just as convinc ing to s.iy that If the dead man had Mitchell, you are not giving the captain been a member of the Secret Serv ice killed by a German, his identity would bo known to American officials." "Well, so it would," declared Hay den, glancing In surprise at Maynard and Palmer. Maynard's usually tran quil manner had deserted him, while Palmer's expression was a clear Indi cation of his feelings. "It may be that the dead man was a member of the Secret Service, hut that does not necessarily mean that the Secret Serv ice is going to announce that fact to the public, eh, Mitchell?" "Quite true, doctor," answered the detective. "And it may also be that the dead man was Just an ordinary American citizen, a law abiding gen tleman who placed too much confi dence in " Mitchell paused, then added, "in Captain La Montagne." "Nonsense! " protested Maynard vigorously. "You surely don't place any credence In Burnham's charges, Mitchell; the man's out of his head" Mitchell looked dubious "That re mains to be proved, sir, and until the charges are refuted by Captain La Montagne they will stand against him." "Well, why not hurry up and give him a chance to clear himself?" de manded Maynard. "It strikes me, Mitchell, you are not giving the cap tain a square deal." Instead of replying, the detective shrugged his shoulders. "I've done my best," he Insisted a moment later. "I've tried to find the captain ever since the scene this morning, but ho is not at his quarters or at the hangar, nor could I find him at the office of the French High Commis sion." "Did you try the French Embassy." Nickel's Worth Ought to SOME MY OH- I THAT CUESS j By NATALIE SUMNER LINCOLN Author of "The Nameless Man" "1 did, but he had not been there today." Palmer rose and offered the detec tive a cigar and match. "Sit down," ho suggested as Hayden made room for Mitchell on the lounge, then ask ed, "Can you arrest a French officer detailed hero for murder?" "If I can provo he's guilty, yes, Mr. Palmer." Mitchell puffed con tentedly nt his cigar. "I've an oper ative waiting for Captain La Mon tagno at his apartment and at his oftl clal headquarters. They will notify me Instantly upon his return." Mitchell turned and gazed about tho room and then at his companions. "I hadn't an opportunity, doctor, when helping to carry Miss Preston to her room, to ask what Mr. "Burnham meant when he said Captain La Mon tagne shot him on Thursday evening. Can any of you tell mo where the shooting took place?" "Here," replied Hayden arid May nard In concert. Palmer, whose pipe had gone out, was having difficulty In making It draw ngaln, and for the moment listened In silence to his com panions. a Muare deal'1 Mitchell viewed the loom with in creased interest, and then inspected the three men. "Why have ou never reported the affair to headquarters?" ho asked Maynard answered for the otheis. "I suggested that we investigate the affair out selves first," he said. "Burnham's statement that La Mon tagne had shot at him appeared to have so little foundation to go on that " Recollection of the scene In La Montagne'a apartment, the Maxim si lencer, and the automatic brought him to a halt, confused; but he recovered himself almost instantly and, making no allusion to what had disconcerted him, he talked on "that wa rWM0ri to keep the affair quiet until more had developed." Mitchell listened with fixed atten tion and then turned abruptly to Hay den. "Suppose you tell mo exactly what occurred here on Thursday night," he suggested. "Palmer can answer that better than I," replied Hayden, but as Pal- mer remained silent he added, "I found Palmer and Burnham playing chess when I got back after dinner, and being fagged out I took a nap on the lounge and only woke up when Maynard arrived." "Then we had supper," concluded Palmer, breaking his lbng silence. "That's our dining table. We had Just about finished when a bullet whistled by Burnham and struck the wall there." Springing to his feet, Mitchell went over and inspected the hole. "Where's the bullet?" he asked. "Palmer pried it out," remarked Be Enough FOrSCOT THE NAME OF STUFF SHE WANTS- GUT I THE OIEOG MAN WILL KNoW- r. a Hayden, rising. "Whero did you put It?" Palmer leaned forward and tipped up a small bronze vaso which stood on tho tablo nnd out rolled tho bullet. "It's chipped and mushroomed out of slujic," he said ns Mitchell pounced on it." "But a gunsmith told mo that it was undoubtedly of thirty-two call bcr?' (CONTINUED TOMORROW) DAILY NOVELETTE THE HOME GUARD Dy Ellen L. Kennedy THD early spring dusk was falling as Hugh Standlsh dropped from the suburban car and splashed through the Icy slush nnd mud townrd home. It had been a hnrd day and he wnB tired. His shoulders sagged a trifle and his limp was more perceptible than usual. But more depressing than any mere physical weariness was the dull heaviness that oppressed his spirits. Ho had felt It ever since his soldier brother's return from France. He recognized the symp tom and In his heart did not hesitate to call it by the ugly name that It de served. All the way out from the city the clanking carvvhcels had voiced It for him "Jealous foDl," they had re iterated over and over again. As he turned In at the gate of the little cottage the bright light from the living-room windows streamed out across the path and he stopped in the shade of the syrlnga bush to look In on the familiar, comfortable old room. Sev eral people were sitting there. He could see Aunt Caroline, dignified and elegant in her best black silk; Uncle Charles, portly and smiling; Cousin Oertrude In her stylish prettlness; twelve-j ear-old Tom, his boyish face looking serious nnd Intent; over In the corner his mother with an Immaculate white apron over her afternoon gown. "Hero-worshlnlnir." muttered the solitary figure by the syrlnga bush. Then there came a few stirring chords on the piano, and the rich tones of his brother's voice floated out to the watcher. With an exclamation of Impatience Hugh moved on, but still that stirring voice pursued him. Quietly he let him self in at the bldo door and tiptoed softly about the dimly lit kitchen. He had no desire to attract the attention of the Jolly group In the living room. j'cering ir.10 ine range, ne discovered that the fire was nearly out and re plenished It with the last few sticks remaining in tho wood box. "He can trail around In the moon light with the nightingales," ran his thoughts: "It seems to be ud to me to keep tho home fires burning." Out In me wooasnea lie lined nis arms with firewood and turned once more kitchen ward, but paused at the sound of voices In the room. "Now, Molly, child, you run right hack and help enteitaln all those peo ple I can manage alone," said his mother's voice. "But I would mi much rather help here." was the renlv In thn elrllsh ntre I the listener loved. I "Let me tell jou one thing, Molly." I The elder woman's tone was low and impressive. "The heroes of this war did not all get over to France. Some of the bravest of them never even saw a training camp or uore the khaki. Oh. I'm not befitting what Dick did. I know he was a good soldier and I am proud of him. It was always casv for Dick to do spectacular things. But It he could have been accepted Hugh would have made just as good a soldier, while Dick's courage is not the kind that would have kept him cheerful nnd faithful with only one old woman for a witness " "Don't you suppose I have seen, too?'' Molly replied. "Don't jou think I know that Hugh has worn his old overcoat all winter because the price of a new one went to the Liberty Loan? And the patches on It are just as much a badge of honor as a medal. And he has given not onlv his money, hut his time and strength to every worthy movement." The eavesdropper thrilled at the trcin bl'ng earnestness of the girl's voice; and now. as they slightly changed their polt:ons. he saw his mother take the girl by the shoulders and look keenly Into her flushed face. ' Child," she said, ' I have thought Hugh's lameness was h's enly Infirmity. Now I believe he U hopelessly blind " Tl e color flamed higher -in the girl's checks. ou must not be the one to open hK eyes," she replied "He must see for himself, or I must remain a spinster schoolma'am the rest m' niv rinvs Noiselessly Hugh retreated to the wcodhed again. For once the truth of the old adage concerning listeners was refuted. Ever since his schoolboy days, whon a coasting accident had left him with tho lameness which barred him from all active sports, he had secretly hut sharply envied his handsome, ath Mic brother. For a while, nfter their s-hooldays were ever, he had thought the ftellng was gone But the war had revived it more strongly than ever, and eFpccl.illy since his brother's return he hid felt a morbid distrust of his own usefulness and efficiency. Now he knew that the old, rankling soreness was healed forever, since the two whom he loved best In all the world understood. He dropped his armful of wood with a crash and then deliberately began picking It up again. "Who Is that?" demanded a .startled voice, and In the doorway appeared his mother, with Moll's bright face peer ing over her shoulder. "Onlv the home guard, mother. Don't bf fi Ightened." His mother's shrewd, clear eyes peered questlonlngly at his face There was a ring in his voice she had not heard for months. And all through the evening that fol- lo.-td those same eyes beamed behind their spectacler with a grinning satis faction, for Hugh, generally so quiet, was the life of the little party. His rich baritone joined with Dick's tenor, Molly's contralto and Cousin Gertrude's toprano In all the popular war songs He discussed the league of nations with Uncle Charles In a way that made thet worthy man's broad face beam with approval. He was quietly deferen tial to Auni vjaroune ana leased cousin Gertrude. To Molly he said but little until Uncle Charles, consulting his watch, declared that "the women folks must hustle If thev Intended to get that larl car to town." Then, finding Dick helping Molly Into her wraps, he coolly took them from him, baying: "You tako Gertrude to the car the homo guard will look after Molly." After one quick glance at his brother's dettrmlned face, Dick relinquished his bu'den. "Very well, sir," he said, raising ITTs hand in a military salute. Hugh drew Molly's arm through his with an air of proprietorship that spoke volumes. "Come, Molly," he said, and obediently Molly came, as she had long known she would come whenever that voice si ould summon hei The next compute noTelette Nan's HurtUr. MISTER,-WHAT DO PEOPLE. DYE WITH? I HEART TROUBLEj-v I svBULLETSBBBS I V MCKEL'3 WOfeTH- r&fnWxY " mixed- J DREAMLAND AD VENTURES-ByDaddy "THE MIGHTY BRONZE GENIE" (The Mighty Bronze Qcnie comet unexpectedly to anicer the call of Peggy nnd nilly, when Mhcr Jen kins ts about to icize the arm of Pat's mother on a mortgage.) THE GENIE VANISHES rpHE Mighty Bronze Genie scowled - fiercely ns lie led the wny toward vidow Cnscy's little cottage. He un sheathed his scimitar and slashed sav agely at weeds and bushes. Peggy nnd Billy wondered what would happen when he got his hands on Miser Jenkins. Even though he had promised not to cut tho miser's head off, he might for get himself in his excitement over the discovery that the widow's farm cov ered a coal mine and was worth mnuy times the sum for which it was mort gaged to Mr. Jenkins. Rut when they got near the house, the Genie grew Cautious. He held back Peggy, Billy nnd Pat. "Let's listen nt the window, and see what the miser is really up to," he said. So instead of going and boldly confronting the moneylender, they crept up through the shrubbery to the open kitchen window. "Tho mortgage is due at 0 o'clock today, Widow Clancey," said the voice of Miser Jenkins. "It you will give me a little more time until my soldier boy, Lieutenant Mike, gets back, we will pay you with good interest," nnsnered the widow. "Oh, but I can't wait. I must have my money today. I need it for other In vestments," said the miser. "The villain!" said the Bronze Genie, swinging off the top of an evergreen shrub. " 'Tis but n matter of .$000, and you have so much mouey," pleaded the w idovv. "No, no," whined the miser. "I am b poor man. I must have my money and today. Your time is up at 0 o'clock." "The grasping wretch! Off with his BRUNO DUKE,Solver of Business Problems By HAROLD WHITEHEAD, Author of "The Business Career of Peter Flint' etc. (Copjrl(ht) THE PROBLEM OF THE PROFIT SHARING PLAN Marshaling the Facts I HAD been back at the Magnus Brothers only three days when Bruno Duke nrrnnged thnt snmc eve ning for us to meet the Mngnus broth ers to discuss some of his suggestions iclntive to n profit-sharing plnn for their business. Promptly nt 8 o'clock vvc sat down in Duke's rooms on Seventy -seventh street. Charles nnd James Magnus lit cigars nnd offered one to Duke he refused becnuse he preferred his hooknh. I then declined becnuse I'd tried one of J. M.'s cignrs before. After a few whiffs I had told him that he ought to call 'cm the "Samson brand" tliey were so strong. Uctterly, Duke'.s friend, who helps him on advertising problems, met Duke with "J. M." one time and nfter he'd tried one of the cignrs suggested that they ought to he culled the Adam nnd Eve Brand "for," said thnt atrocious punster, "nfter you've 'ud 'cm you 'cave." Well, after we were all comfortably seated, Duke began: "We must, first of all,' gentlemen, see that we arc ngreed on a few fncts on .which our reasoning must be based. "We ngreed thnt a profit-sharing plnn to bo successful inubt encournge loyalty and co-operation nnd stimulate effort." ' "Yes," Charles said James merely prnntrd. "Next, that any pmn which ami understood by the employes is destined to create distrust and that a plan to be uuderstoou oy an muni. "-- r.i.i.. Two heads nodded, one prompny nnu the other grudgingly. "finml." commented Duke. "ve also ,,rnn thnt (he amount of money in .v.. . -..- --- . volvcd must be sulticienc 10 uruiw; " importance in the eyes ot tuc recipi ent." , , , "I suppose so," grunted James, CharlcB said, "Sure." "It is obvious, then, that the nmount which would satisfy a warehouse boy would appear inslgnincnni io u Bu. t' ,,! Charles looked at each other, for this remark, so simply and iiiiu led un to. showed a great wenkness in their Psent P'an .nrii ,nrnn Chnrles hesitatingly "ns jou 'put it. Mr. Duke. I .uppo.. jt is. but it duln t seem iu iy " crimiuntc against nnybody. "No?" queried Duke; "yet you 'dis nriminniP.' on salaries." A little dis cussion was sufficient to get the Mng- n,,Uo to see the matter uuke s way. "I presume, gentlemen, that you do not publish a list of salaries for all to find, no!" ejaculated James. "If ho unlesmen thought thnt the others knew whnt they got there'd be the devil to pay. "Of course," Duke ngreed. "Don't jou think then thnt a bonus wbioh wns publicly nnnounceu wouiu nave a sirai lnr effect?" The brothers looneu puzzieu ui inia, so Duke added. ' "Let me illustrate. The salesmen, of course, all know pretty accurately what the other salesmen get there's no secrecy among them." Copyright. 1019. by The Dell Syndicate, - i- i J- ' OLD AGE-SOCOJJ, J on the coco Cxd.r , ' " n V7 (FLUE, -PIP yJ (WELL CIVEMEA ill "The scoundrel I " muttered the Genie, with a powerful stroke (hat laid the whole evergreen on the ground head," muttered the Genie, swinging his scimitar and slicing oft more of the evergreen. "Give me until tomorrow," begged tho widow. "Perhaps I enn get some one else to lend me $000. The farm is worth much more than thnt nnd is good security." "Oh, I don't knovx about thnt," nnswered the miser. "The place is nil run down. It wouldn't bring much nt a mortgage sale. But I'll tell jou what I'll do. I am sorry for jou and don't want to see you lose your prop erty. I'll buy the place, paying jou handsomely for it." Peggy and Billy looked at each other in surprise. Perhaps Miser Jcukius wasn't so hard-hearted nfter nil. "I don't wnnt to sell. I wnnt to wel come my soldier boy back to his old home," said the widow. "But, maybe if jou gnve me enough ." "I'll give you more thnn it's worth $1000, that's $-100 more thnn jou owe me," said the miser. "Thnt's so," Charles agreed. "The salesmen know what each one gets." "Then any bonus plnn among the salesmen would be helped rather than hindered by publicity, so long as only the salesmen know what the others received." "I follow you," James snid, his brow s creased with thought. "A profit sharing plnn should be in distinct groups, enrh group knowing what the fellows in that group get, but not know ing what other groups get." "Exactly, Mr. Magnus'." Duke nod ded his head with that quick movement so characteristic of him. "Hold on," exclaimed Charles; ''thnt would mnke each group suspicious of the other groups we'd have more dis sension than ever." "Just so, but each group should know whnt the other group gets, but not whnt the individuals in other groups get." Duke relit his hooknh, which he had neglected during the discussion. "One other thing," said Duke when his hookah was properly alight ; "a con tinual encouragement is ncccssnry to produce best results. You gentlemen hnve the encouragement of profits from jour own busiucss. The workers must be encouraged, not merely nt the be ginning of the year when they hnve lust received a bonus or for the last month of the year when the new bonus is near enough for them to anticipnie, but all the time." "That's so," growled James, "but it can t be done can it.' TODAY'S BUSINESS QUESTION U7iaf does "audit" meant Answer will appear tomorrow. ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S BUSINESS QUESTION A "Power ot Attorney" is written J authority for one person to act for anotner. In this svacc Mr. Whitehead will an swer readers' business questions on buying, selling, advertising ana employ ment. Business Questions Answered Some time a?o I Invented an Improvement In fence fabrics and was not nnanclally able to bear the coat of production, ao ottered, half Interest to any one who would furnish the cash Sly biother-ln-law offered to be my patlner, and things have cone well until now. The patent has been Issued and he Is not able to meet the required payments, and as I am anxious to get through with this. I want to And some one who will buy out his Interest, or both ot our Interests, that Imay bo on with other Inventions 1 have In mind before some one else thinks of my Ideas and beats me to them. Now. would you advise me to put an ad vertisement In the papers for another part ner or for a bujer for the whole Invention? And would you be so kind as to write me an advertisement that will brlns results? I have nn attorney employed, and he has been more than kind and considerate In helping me sole my problems, but he Is so far away and ou seemed so near, and you advise others satisfactorily, that I decided ou could be of service to me. and I mts:ht possibly be able to sell this Invention, as there Is surely borne one Interested In one ot this nature. I do not know Its real value, and I don't 'hlnk It could be stated until a sale Is effected I have had seeral tell me It was valuable In their opinion. Four thousand dollars will buy the idea Just as it l. and there is only the cost. of adver tising and the final oernment fee of 20 to be paid, unless the buer prefers to take our foreign protection. He may suit him self about that, ot course. V. A. D. Only the cost of advertising! My dear lady, the selling of an invention is much more difficult nnd expensive than the completion of the Invention itself. There arc two or three ways In which von mielit dispose of your invention. One is by advertising the sale ot the By CHAS. McMANUS lnc "One thousand dollars. GocwhU- ltkers. and he knows there's n coal mine) , on this farm worth n fortune," whlg-r nercd the Genie indignantly. "The old scampi" And the Genie showed how I he felt by slashing mightily nt tho ever green. "Oh, I wouldn't think of letting It go forv thntt" said the widow. ,, "It you don't tako my offer, there's; only one thing for me to do foreclose mr mortgage. Then I'll get the fnrm any wny, nnd you'll get nothing, snnrled the miser. "Give me n few hours! If I could get to town I could rnlso $000," pleaded the widow. . "Not one minute will I wait aftes 0 o'clock!" The miser's voice grew harsh ns he said it. "The scoundrel!" muttered tho Genie, with n powerful stroke that laid the whole evergreen on the ground. "The neighbors would not stand1 for -.,,.'(.11.- .,... (.. rri,n1 ! v"Let any one interfere and I'll te them," threatened the miser, stamping his foot so that the house shook. "Six o'clock is the hour." "Six o'clock," muttered the Genie, just ns if he were afraid. "I've got to be going." And nway he went across the fields. "Oh! he's deserted us," cried Pat. "And I thought he wns going to save our fnrm." - Peggy nnd Billy had thought so, too. They were sure thnt nt the right mo ment be would balk the cruel money lender. But now ns they wntched him disnppenr in the woods whence he had come, their henrts snnk into their shoes. Why had he gone? And where? Would he come back? Was he fright ened by the miser's threat? Had h,e nbnndoned the widow's farm to Its fnte? Anxiously thej nsked ench other these questions. (In tomorrow's chapter Peggy, Hilly and Pat find themsches made prisoners.) patent rights outright in tho daily pa pers. Another way is to advertise the sale of the patent rights outright in the trade journals interested in such goods ns your invention improves. I have to admit nn ignorance as to what a fence fabric is, sq.I ennnot send jou the names of the trade directories, but if you were to go to the public library and ask for N.W. Ayer's DI-; rc-c-iorj , you win una nsiea lucrem ail the journals of the country under th heading of the trade. This will enabls jou to pick out tne traue journals ior terested in jour fabric and nn adver-l usement in tneir column win leu your story to the very people who are likely to be interested. lou mignc aiso try to sen ic 10 soma) manufacturer or some wholesale housaJ! It is often satisfactory to sell such a1 thing on n rovnlty basis. By that 'I mean that you receive so much for everyj piece or ynru oi inDric inac is maue or sold. I cannot undertake to write your ad-l vertiscment, for I know nothing of what! jour article is. I would strongly, urge! you to get some yood advertising man) to write this up for you. It is much; cheaper, if it is done properly in the first place, than to do it improperly joursclf nnd not get any results. "A NUMBER OF THINGS". The federnl government coutcrupiatea the building of more roads this year thnn ever before. Under the postoffice appropriation act the federal government will spend $200,000,000 on state highways dur ing the next three years. Beans, plenty of them, says the United States Department of Agricul-v ture, are ready to replace higher priced foods in America's meals, Low priced beans arc going to swut Old Mnn H. G. of I,. Within the last ten years tho farm value of the sweet potato crop has doubled, and now it is second only to Irish potatoes iu commercial import ancc. v t Farmers' Bulletin 001), issued by the United States Department of Agricul ture, discusses the preparation ot the soil and growing of sweet potatoes and the harvesting, storing and marketing of the crop. Smut is a fungous disease that cause an annual loss of millions of dollars to the wheat growers of tho central West, the spring wheat state, Minnesota and the Dakotas, and the Pacific Northwest, Corn oil, which, so far ns is knowri is made only in this country and Can ada, has within the last decade come into prominenece as both a food and technical oil. John Burroughs, naturalist and au thor, eighty-two years old, keeps' healthy by sawing wood before break" fnst. It is nlso a good way to keep th peace, If the woodchoppcr of Amerongen had j ears ago devoted his time to split ting kindling he would never have start' ed a world-fire. (Try our back-handed metaphors. Copyright applied lor.) Flans for its welcome in Philadelphia; indicnte thnt the Iron Division will not be allowed to rust. Now that we nre within mcasurabU distance of transatlantic airplane flight, the physicnl aspects of customs collec tions will have to undergo radical re vision. Bustleton, for instance", may become the great port of entry into th United States. 4 Judging by the suggestions made by Hog Island men concerning substitutes for champagne in the christening e( ships, there are many poets among tin shipbuilders. 'Taking His Chance "Just to think," bnid the Sweet Young Thing on the pinno stool, "all these pretty keys once belonged to aa "And now," replied the gallant maa "they belong to u dear." LondaBf Opinion. A Well-Bred Reply In renly to a complaint from a hualn soldier, anxious to get Into the scrap, bum wno r.aa oeen assignea to ine nailery ae- pariment, tne captain sam: "You wants to te a aougnooy; your aeaignn snows mat we were looKing iorri thorough-bread; It's an- honor! the retary of War is a Baker. Now being o crusty, get these; fancy -br , x : - kaa f ia2i 'K li no ?. .TT-..- Mi. uu 1ja rUm notions outoryour nea ana ywr ivw wj- j-w IV Vi , waA MrmiJwuhttln, two to- SJ-4,!1 vw, w wrtwea wuh; .'- - Mr 18 a . ,u uss&a:fpBft...,& iZJkWM i ''..' ftsmyj nfir iihm,i i t imfctafn t ' ill i ' i. I . . . .'.''
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers