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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
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"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
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WANT YOU TO CET ME
PEROXIDE- I MOST OYE
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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."
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"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-
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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
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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
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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."
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"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
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