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Evelyn rrcston finds tho body ot
a stranger In the library of hor
homo In Washington. Her mother
and stepfather, Peter Burnham, ar
rive but are unable to throw any
light on tho mystery. Captain La
Montagne, in lovo with Evelyn,
learns that his letters to her have
been Intercepted nml blames Burn
Burnham. Burnham is slightly
wounded by a shot flred by an un
known and not only believes La
Montagne fired tho shot, but prefers
a charge against him for tho murder
of the unknown. Maynard, a friend
of tho family, In conversation with
La Montagne, acquaints tho French
soldier with tho facts.
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A T BURNIIAM'S name La
name La Mon-
tagnc's surprise changed to Indig
nation. "And does ho dare to go to
such lengths In his hatred as to accuso
me, it cadet of a noble house, of a
crime so base-'" With a violent ef
fort La Montagne controlled his tem
per. "Upon what grounds docs ho
make such a charge?" he Inquired
more calmly.
"That he had an appointment to
meet you Monday night In his houso
and that ho sent you his latchkey to
got In with, so that you would not
have to wait outsldo tho house for
him," explained Mitchell, watching
carefully to see tho effect of his words.
But his long statement had given the
Frenchman time to pull himself to
gether, and he was master of his feel
ings as he answered.
"I had the appointment," he stated
"But I did not keep it." ' .
x "Why not?" demanded Mitchell.
"Because I lost my way in the
storm jou recall the storm of Mon
day " Mitchell mumbled a reluc
tant "eyes" and La. Montagno contln
ed rapidly. "I am not familiarly ac
quainted with your circles and streets,
and I lost my way in the blinding
rain and hall. I wandered about for
many weary hours, and returned to
my hotel drenched to tho skin."
Mitchell stared at him. "Have you
any witnesses to prove your state
ment?" ho asked, and the Frenchman
flushed hotly.
"My word, monsieur, Is good "
"Yes, es but jou may have to
face a court of law," warned Mitchell.
"Go slow ' " commanded Maynard,
breaking into tho conversation.
"Recollect, Mitchell, in your zeal you
may overstep jour authority."
Mitchell contented himself with a
glare at Majnard as he again ad
dressed the rrenchman.
"Witnesses are ery good things,
sir," he said wisely. "Just a word
more; do you admit that Mr. Burn
ham sent jou his latchkey?"
La Montagne disregarded Maynard's
Indignant ejaculation and answerod
promptly. "I received the key. Mon
sieur; what then?"
"Well I gues that's enough "
Mitchell stepped nearer tho French
man, who faced him calmly
"I will ndd," said La Montagne and
hl3 voice "as very quiet, "the latch
key was not in my possession on Mon
day night "
"It wasn't?" Mitchell almost shout
ed tho question, while Maj-nard stared
In wonder at the Frenchman.
"Non, monsieur," continued La Mon
tagne tranquillj. "The latchkey had
been stolen from my apartment on
Monday aft"rnoon.''
Mitchell gazed open-mouthed at his
two companions, but before ha could
think of anything to say the stage
manager ran down a few steps and
stopped at sight of La Montagne.
"Hurry up!" he exclaimed much re
lieved. "You are to sing the Mar
seillaise now; the audience Is wait
ing," and he almost dragged the
Fienchman up the few steps, Mitchell
standing back to let him pass. But
lie was hard on his heels a moment
later and only stopped In the wings
as La Montagne walked out toward
the center ot the brilliantly lighted
stage.
Maynard, who had followed his com
panions more slowly, came faco to
face with Marian Van Ness at the
head of the stairs.
"Have jou seen Evelyn?" she asked
anxiously. "I want her to go home
with me"
"I'll tell her," he promised and she
limited gratefully at him.
"Do, please; I'll run and get my
cloak, which o,ne of the maids put in
our dressing room," and she disap
peared as Maynard hastened down the
steps. Ho had been gone but a sec
ond when Mrs. Burnham, assisted by
Doctor Haydcif, clambered up the
staircase and looked helplessly at tho
busy scene.
"Dear me, where will we find Eve
lyn?" She turned to address a scene
shifter, but the man passed without
paying the slightest attention to her
hall.
"Just sit here, Mrs. Burnham,"
Hayden guided her to a chair stand
ing against tho wall. "I'll look up
the stage manager; he will know
where Evelyn is to be found," and he
darted behind some scenery.
Mrs. Burnham listened with Inter
est to the echoing chorus of the Mar
seillaise, which was being played by
the Marine Band and sung by tho
audience. Suddenly spying a bevy of
girls toward the back of the stage
phe rose and walked in their direction.
Mitchell, observing that La Mon
tagne was singing an encoro, turned
away Just as Hayden appeared at the
entrance to the wing and promptly
accosted him.
"Have you seen Miss Preston?" he
nuked as the detective paused by him.
"Haven't laid eyes on her." Mitchell
Lj looked oyer toward he staircase.
"Isn't that she?" tnd he and Hayden
, btarsd at a heavily cloaked woman
'' standing with her back toward then.
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f. . She was peering; irueiiuy ui mo uuyr
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When Hayden'fl approaching foot.
tBa .caused her to look around and
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"Good evening," he exclaimed, rais
ing his hat. "Have jou lost any
thing?" "Yes I, that Is, no " Marian
laughed to hide her embarrassmeift.
"Have j'ou seen Eveljn?"
"No. I am searching myself for
that elusive damsel," laughed Hayden.
"Her mother Is waiting to tako her
homo."
"OhI" Marian looked blank. "Then
In that case I'll run along. Good night;
don't trouble to come with me," and
she hurried down the circular stair
case Mitchell, who had listened unob
trusively In the background, stepped
up to Hayden. "She's a beauty and
no mistake!" he remarked admiring
lj "Gee, don't fall!" Seeing her
stumble on tho last step he sprang
forward, tripped over one of tho Iron
uprights of tho stair railing, and wont
sprawling. Ills outflung hand closed
over a small object to which ho
clung Instinctively as Hayden helped
him somewhat shakily to his feet.
"Thanks," ho muttered, as the phy
sician brushed off some of tho dust,
accumulated in his fall. Unclosing his
fingers he loked at tho object In his
hand; his breath entirely left him, and
he pointed with his right hand to the
decoration.
"Look, doctor! " he gaspeof and Hay
den bent nearer, then his glance trav
eled upward nnd he and Mitchell con
templated each other In silence. A
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him to start violently.
"What have jou there?" asked Maj1
nard. For answer the detective raised his
hand until the nearest electric light
fell full upon It.
"The Iron Cross!" ho exclaimed and
his voice was shaky.
"So It is," answered Maynard, look
ing more closely at It and the string
attached to the cross. "Stage property
or genuine article, Mitchell?"
An Irate voice from the foot of the
staircase hailed Hayden.
"Heh! Hayden, do jou think I want
to stay here all night?" demanded
Burnham. "Here's Evelyn," as the
stage door opened and his stepdaugh
ter Joined him on the platform of the
staircase. "Where's my wife?"
Hayden looked around. What has
become of Mrs. Burnham? His un
spoken question was answered by find
ing her almost at his elbow.
"I am coming. Peter," she called.
"Don't excite yourself," and bowing to
Maynard, she accepted the physician's
assistance, but Hayden as he helped
her carefully down the staircase and
Into the waiting carriage wondered at
the hotness of her hand.
CAMOUFLAGE
Coroner Penfleld paused in his mic-
roscoplo examination of the polished
surface of Burnham's desk and laying
down his Instrument listened at
tentively. He could nave sworn no
had hcaid a faint rustle of skirts.
Moving with noiseless speed over to the
doorway he peered Into the hall, him
telf screened from view by tho por
tieres, but the hall was empty. After
remaining behind the portieres for
tully flvo minutes ho again crossed
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desk and renowed his occupation of
ransacking tho drawors With tho alA
of a skeleton key ho unlocked first one
and then another, but only neat rows
of filed bills nnd canceled checks re
warded his search and ho sat back
flnallj", gnawing his undcrllp. His eyes
strayed about tho room and be frown
ed meditatively at thp clock as it
chimed the hour; ten o'clock was early
for an amateur performance to bo
over, but
Penfleld closed and locked each
drawer and replaced every ornament
on the desk whero it had originally
stood, Its place clearly indicated bj
the accumulation of dust which, by
his order, tho servants had fieen for
bidden to remove. IMslng, he took a
Cross." he exclaimed, and his toIcs
thorough survey of the library. Mrs.'
Burnham had evidently seen that his
instructions about keeping the room
intact had been carried out; every
piece of furnituro was where ho re
called seeing It after the discovery of
the dead man sitting in the chair by
the fireplace Ave or was it six Pen
fleld stopped to count had Ave days
elapsed since then? No arrests, no
indentlflcation of the dead man in
that time! Memoiy of a stinging edi
torial In a local newspaper on the
subject of police inefficiency In han
dling the case made him wince. The
editorial had hardened his resolve to
make another examination of the Burn
ham residence, and upon hearing of
the family's contemplated absence at
the theatre that night he had decided
to take the opportunity to once again
go over the premises.
Crossing the room Penfleld again
examined tho huge armchair in which
.the dead body had been found. He
shook his head despondently over the
same blank results which had met his
former Investigation of tho upholstery
of the chair; there was no clue to- be
found in its spotlessjind unbroken sur
face, no niche 'where a paper might
have been secreted, or spot where
tell-tale finger marks had been left to
aid In identifying tho criminal.
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EPITAPH
When the work is done, and the day Is done,
And done with the harrjing crowds;
When the play Is done, and the pay Is done,
And dun arc the evening clouds ;
When the story's done, and the glory's done,
And the last good-bys are said ;
And tho last pipe's smoked by the window scat,
Well, I guess it Is time for bed !
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Author of "The Nameless Man
With somothlng very llko an oath
Penfleld Btraightoncd up from his
fruitless search and again transferred
his attention to tho library. Four ques
tions confronted him: the identifica
tion of the dead man, how ho hod
been carried Into the library, from
whero and by whom.
Tho coroner stared at each piece of
furnlturo at every section and corner
of tho largo room, but no solution of
tho problem met his eager gaze In his
orderly surroundings. His Idea of being
of aid to Defective Mitchell by a quiet
examination of tho room was a fail
ure; no now viewpoint of the crime
had presented. Itself,
Penfleld turned restlessly about nnd
faced tho masslvo carved mantel which
added much td tho attractiveness of
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their globe shaped tops reaching al
most to his chest, were badly In need
of polishing, and the fire Irons and
screen were equally dingy. Thej"
were tho onlj' furnishings of the room
which showed the result of closing
the houso during tho summer months
(TO BE CONTINUED)
She Understood
Aviator (home from the war on leave)
And then when j-ou are up prety high
thre or four miles, saj' and you look
down, It's positively sickening. It is
stupendous, awful! -A great height Is
a fearful thing, I can tell you.
Lady (feelingly) Yes, I can sympa
thize with you. poor bov. I feel Just
that way myself when I'm on top of a
stepladder Saturday Journal.
Question Well Pnt
Well-Meaning Friend Charles, I wish
that jou would Btop smoking. "Do you
realize that It you hadn't smoked for
tr last three years jou could have had
Charles Haven't you smoked for the
last mree jearsj
Well-Meanlnir Friend Certalnlv nnl !
Charles Woll, Where's your auto?
Harvard Lampoon,
His Compromise
"I tried to make Johh give up play-
1IIK puller uuuut; lue war,
"Did ho do it?"
"No, but we compromised. Ho agreed
mat ne wouia give up losing at poKer.'
Detroit Free Press.
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daily Novelette
THOMPSON'S HEART
By Graro Wcatlicrbjr
GEOIIGB THOMPSON, familiarly
known to his shipmates as "Jake,"
Idly turned over In his hands tho letter
he mail orilcrly had Just given him.
la scarcely glanced at It.' It probably
a as from Sister .To. anyway, as she
was the only one who wrote to him
lately. Jako was homesick and heart
ly tired of tho navy, and the endless
raveling from one place to another.
Just nt present his ship was in dry-
oek for repairs, ond Jake hal a twenty-our-hour
"liberty" hanging heavily
'jHin his hands. There was no place to
V nnd nothing to do. Suddenly he re
numbered his letter. Without glancing
nt the address, he tore it open, but re-
icnteu ot ills ace tno next moment, ior
le realized that the letter was not
meant for him. As he looked at the ad
lrcss on tho envelope his suspicions
were confirmed. The letter belonged
o "Jacob Thompson" and not "George
Thompson. " It was easy to see how
the mail orderly ifiight get the two con
fused as tho latter was known as
"Jake." Shamelessly Jake read the
short note written in a girlish hand.
"Dearest Jnke, I nm so glad you are
home. Please to come up and see me
very soon, won't you, for I am anxious
to know what my sailor looks like.
With love, Mildred." In spite of him
self Jake laughed. Jacob Thompson
was surely not much to look at! He
was a short, insignificant looking man,
with wisps of. colorless hair. Amused
nnd a little puzzled, Jake went In
search of him. He found him busily
writing, nnd tho young fellow noticed
what a perfect penman lie wob. "Say,
Thompson," he began. "I got a letter
of jours here. The mall orderly gave
it to me by mistake, and I opened it,
I'm very sorry." Thompson did not
look up but merely took the letter.
Jnke. a trifle uncomfortable, walked
away.
A half hour later Thompson himself
approached Jnke. He was gruff as
usual but plainly disturbed. Without a
preliminary he said, "lou know tnnt
letter you so thoughtfully opened for
me?" Jake nodded, curious. "Well, tho
girl who wrote it is a friend of mine.
She made this sweater and I found her
name in it and wrote to her. I nm a
pretty decent writer and she thinks I
am n good-looking young chap who is
in love with her.
"That doesn't happen to be the cnc,
for I'm no lady's man, so, my lad, you
take my place." Jake's eyes were wide
with astonishment. Thompson grinned,
a distorted, one-sided grin, and resumed
his strange recital. "You fill the bill
as far as looks go," glancing nt the
tall, well-built figure before him. "Go
to her home, piny the role of fond
lover, and she will never know the dif
ference." "But why," asked Joke, "don't jou
go yourself? She must know sooner or
later."
Thompson twisted Ms ungainly figure
uncomfortably.
"Wlij er -shc won't be disappoint
ed it you go, while one sight of mo
vould knock her air castles to nothing.
You'll go?"
After jinking it over, Jake decided
to agree, on condition that he might
tell her who he was.
Accordingly, nt 3 o'clock Jake pre
sented himself at the home of Miss Mil
dred Campbell. When he left at 10
o'clock that evening lie hod promised
to come again. Thompson was waiting
for him when lie got back to the ship
and in his customary gnuT way demand
ed to know what hnd taken place. Jake
was only too willing to tell some one of
the wonderful Miss Campbell. That
young lady ready for the night was en
gaged in earnest conversation with her
pet cat, "Funny Face," and she con
fided to that feline that Jake Thomp
son was absolutely the nicest man she
ever met!
The days flew by and the heart of
Jake was in grave danger. As yet he
had not told Mildred of his deceit nnd
each day made it harder to do. Thomp
son paid no attention to him whatever
except to listen silently to Jake's ac
counts o his visits to Mildred. At
length one day Jake summoned courage
and told her.
She did not speak until he had fin
ished, and then she only said: "You
must briqg the real Jake to see me."
Accordingly Thompson accompadicd
Jake on his next call. Mildred greeted
them graciously and poor Jnke was
quite astonished when she said to
Thompson, "You see, you were really
more than kind to us, for if it weren't
for you, Jake and I would never have
met, and that would be terrible, for
we love each other, you know!" When
they were nlone for a moment, Jake
asked her, "Why did you say that,
Mildred?" The girl's cys sparkled
with happiness. "Well, it's so, isn't
it?" she whispered. "Yes, of course
it i3, but how did you know?" From the
depths of a dark blue shoulder came the
muffled words, "As for me, I knew
when I saw you on the couch that
day."
The Thompson -Campbell wedding was
a gay affair, nnd more than one person
wondered why, out of that throng of
cood-lookinc men, tho' bridegroom
Rhould choose the short, Insignificant
loeking fellow for his lest mnn. Per
haps, too, they would wonder more if
they could see that same little man
slowly tear into scraps a small pack
age of letters written in a girlish hand.
"Well, anyhow," Thompson murmured
to himself, ns the last scrap fluttered
down into the water, "tlicy are happy,
I guess!"
The next novelette Between Sunset
and Dusk.
WHY OONT YOU
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DREAMLAND AD VENTURES-By Daddy
"THE MIGHTY BRONZE GENJE"
(The Bronte Ocnie comes to the
help of Peggy and tiiUy in trying to
me ic arm of the lKt'doio Olanccy
from eruel Atitcr Jenkins.)
MISER JENKINS CONFESSES
4TTO, 'HO, ho! Dance harder, Mr.
J-X Miser 1 Dance until you jiggle
the truth out of j-ou"! ronred the
Mighty Bronze Genie na hn tnnnnv.
lender pranced around on the hot ntnve.
And it really was funny the way Miser
Jenkins hopped nbout, first on ono foot
and then on the other, while all the.
time ho screamed and spluttered. It
wouldn't have been so nmusing if the
miser hadn't so richly deserved punish
ment for his tricky efforts to get the
widow's little farm away from her.
Higher nnd higher he hopped, until
finally one monster hop sent' him flying
out into me arms of the Genie.
'Ho, ho, ho! That was a hot
dance," thundered the Genie. "There
was so much fire In It, you must be
tired. We'll let jou sit down and
rest a bit." And the Genie made as ft
he were going to sit the miser down
on the hot stove lid.
"Ow, Wow! Please don't! I'll be
good! Yovv! Ouch!" screamed Miser
Jenkins, struggling desperately to keep
away from the stove. But the Genie
held him, just as iw would hold a
naughty child, suspending him n few
inches above the stove.
'Oh, you'll be good!" he laughed.
"Well, suppose you show us just how
good jou'll be, by telling the Widow
Clanccy why you are so anxious to get
her farm."
"There's coal under It," screamed
the miser, squirming miehtilv.
"And how much did you expect to
BRUNO DUKE,Solver of Business Problems
By HAROLD WHITEHEAD, Author of "The Business Career of Peter Flint," etc.
(Copyright)
THE PROBLEM OF THE PROFIT
SHARING PLAN
The Magnus Brothers Get a Shock
UXXTELW Charles Magnus said,
YV we ve fixed up a commission J
plan for the salesmen whereby they Ml j
get a few dollars a week increase."
Damn it," growled James. "I can't
see giving those 'expense pndders' all
that money."
"Even with it," Duke said mildly,
"they will bo receiving little, if any,
more than other houses pay. Can't you
see, Mr. Magnus, that you have a big
business because of the excellent line you
carry anil the good prices, etc., you
offer, as well as the good will you've
earned through so many years in busi
ness? At present jou put on j'oung men
and train them for other houses yoti
can't get or hold the kind of men jou
need unless you give them as much as
other houses and then a little bit more
and that's the blunt truth."
"That's what Charles has always
been haying," snapped James, "but
Harlem tells me "
"Harlem," broke in Duke, "has abso
lutely no idea of business. He only sees
profit in cheeseparing. lie does your
business more harm than good by ever
lastingly looking with suspicion nt
everybody. Ypu don't build business by
refusing to spend, but by using all the
money you can as frequently as you
can."
James arose and paced the floor
thoughtfully, while Charles looked nt
him in surprise. Duke relit his hookah
and smoked, quietly waiting for James
to compose himself.
Suddenly he turned to his brother nnd
said:
"Charles we thought that, a profitr
sharing plan was a matter outside of
th'e organization. It begins to look as
if this attempt to instnll a real profit
shaiiug plan necessitates a complete up
heaval of the business. Mr. Duke will
tell us1 next that we aren't doing any
thing right. Hey, Mr. Duke?" he said
with a hard smile, turning to him.
"Yes, tell us," James said grimly,
"and for God's sake don't mince words
and don't let Charles off either he's
worse than me."
"Very well, if you insist," I began.
They are scared to say anything to
you, because you 'snap their heads off,-'
(13 they say. Also, they agree it's use
less to tell you anything, because you
'know it all.' Mr. Charles, they' agree,
is more human than you are, but that
you nnd Harlem would overrule any
thing he might suggest."
"Harlem!" gasped Charles. "Why,
he's only the cashier."
"Of course, but he bosses everybody,
so that the vfellows think he has an in
terest in the business or else has a
hold on you."
"Ever done anything in your young
days that you'd blush to have the
world to hear?" Duke maliciously asked.
Thrn .Tnmes blew. He threatened o
fire Harlem there and then. Ho'd call
a meeting of tho employes "scounureiiy
malicious titlctattlcrs, ana ten em
thnt If thev didn't at once tell him
what they thought right to be done to
linln the business he'd he a-
"Wait," Duke said grinning, openly ;
"vou remind me of the man who wanted
to alter his house so burned it to the
cround.'
Well, after a while, things settled to
normnl, nnd there's no doubt that the
brothers benefited .by the knowledge,
f,,r riinrlps snlil in .Tnmes: "I fear that
in our eagerness to look .after others
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"Widow Olanccy, hero Is jour
mortgage'," said the Genio
make out of the deal?" asked the Genie.
"Thousands, tens of thousands,
cried Miser Jenkins, and then ns the
Genie dropped him a trifle lower he
shrieked out, "Hundreds of thousands!"
"And do jou admit that the mort
gage isn't due yet and you tried to
trick the widow by setting the clock
ahead?" akcd the Genie. Miser Jen
kins didn't nnsvver nt once, but the
Genie dropped him suddenly, and the
miser just "touched the stove.
"Ow! Yovv! I was trying to cheat
her! I turned the clock nhead!"
screamed Miser Jenkins. With that the
Genie pulled him nvvay from the stove
and et him on his feet.
J "And now, Mr. Miser, here's your
.$000 and interest. Write out a receipt
in a hurry and give the widow back
her mortgage," directed the Genie.
we've forgotten to watch ourselves. Oh,
well, now we know
SurTpose, gentlemen," Duke said
brisklj-, "we get ahead into our real
business it's getting late. We ngrcc
that the salesmen's commission plan is
the one to adopt?" ,
cs," both agreed without a sec
ond's hesitation.
I suppose," added James, "that they
get commission in place of any bonus.
It is jour idea to divide the anticipa
ted $8000 between the inside men as
well as the salesmen?"
"Yes, all the people in your employ
share in the bonus. That's only fair,
you know. The bonus must be so plan
ned ns to encourage all to work with
and for the business."
Duke then surprised them with his
plan for the use of 8000.
TODAY'S BUSINESS QUESTION
What is a "circular note"T
Anstcer will appear Monday.
ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S
BUSINESS QUESTION
An "attachment" is a seizure of
property or person Vy order of the
court, to be held until IJio cause is
decided.
In this space Mr. Whitehead toiK an-
titer rcaacrs ousincss questions on
buying, selling, advertising and employ
ment. i
Business Questions Answered
I i m a chauffeur by trade, and I would be
thankful to jou it sou could advise me
on the following subject:
A friend of mine has a drj-cleanlnc busi
ness He Is honest and a good uorker.
Every time I see him I am interested In
the store and his work. Last ear I wrote
for him advertising- letters, and he was v ery
pleased with the results, and he said that
I would make a good business man. He
told me many times how I would be Just
the right man for him. and he is sure that
we would have success
I asked many people for advice, but the
all bsj "Keep what you have, then you
are sure of your money." But my ambition
Is to do better, and I always like to under
take some business Would you advise me
to go as partner In his business or to start
one of ray own? How Is the outlook for the
cleanlrtt business? V. C.
Your lack of knowledge of business
methods and business organization and
(forgive me for saying this) business
English do not qualify you for any ex
ecutive work.
I would urge you to go to a business
school for a year or two learn how to
judge a business, understand the eco
nomics of a business nnd Its general
micagcinexit.
You need to study bookkeenlnc. busi
ness English, salesmanship, advertising,
economics. For jour information I
have mailed you a list of books on these
various topics, reading of which will
licip you.
Now understand, you may be just the
nan to rnnke a big success in business
without technical training, but not one
in nvo thousand is likely to do it. nnd
I seo no reason to believe why you are
tunc one nian so It is much better to
piay safe. Tuko n year or two to get
iuu Knowledge wnicn will help you very
mui-ii io uuuauci any Ktna ot business.
I believe i'.ie dry-cleaning business
win ue uigger map ever lor a few years,
for people will have clothes cleaned
rather than luy new ones.
I inclose an ad sent to me by a- friend
I answered It by submitting; the original
poem, and inclosed you will find the cor
respondence that followed.
Do you know It) this la a bonaflde concern?
I cjnnot well afford to spare $10 for
something I know ao little about and for
such Indefinite returns. What do jou think
of their proposition?
I fft'XrafXlr "thcmTo "thWbiri:
i nave written aoout two dozen poems
By CHAS. McMANUS
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The miser looked nt the money, thcu
lie looked out through tlje open door
nt the farm ; then, as the Genie mads
a little motion ns if to pick him ur
ngnln, he glanced in fear at the stove
and ran quickly to the table. It took
him but a minute to write out a re-
ccipt for the $000 and turn the mort- 'I
gngejover to the widow.
"Widow Clanccy, here is your mort
gage. Your farm is safe, thanks to
Fairy Godmother Peggy and Fairy God
father Billy," shir the Genie. "Th
coal, will make your family rich. You
can pay me bnck the loan of the $000
when your soldier son gets home."
"And Hint's right now," shouted n
hearty voice from the doorway, and
there stood n handsome, red-headed
young officer. Another instant nnd hn
had Widow Clanccy clasped in his nrms,-
iiiie i-ai was clinging to his legs.
"Here's your money back, sir, and '
tlinnlc you," said the soldier to the
Uenie a moment later. '
jnuiih. ruiry uodinotiicr i'cggyaa
lairy Godfather Billy, not mel
laughed the Genie.
"I think I'll he going," whispered
Miser Jenkins, sidling toward the door.
"And I'm right after you," roared
the Genie, and away he went nt the
heels of the miser. Peggy and Billy
started to follow them, but were soon
left far behind.
"I wondar if we will ever sec the
Mighty Bronze Genie again," cried
Peggy.
"Oh, I hope so," said Billy. "May-.,
be the charm with which we called him
will summon him back when we need
him."
They did see him again in an unusual"
and funny adventure which will be re-
. lated next week. '
since my little lad (four-and a-half
oia tho eldest of three) met with a. fatal
J earn
accident last summer. I have Botten such
comfort by trying- to oxpress myself in verse,
and with such little effort that I won
dered If I could consider It a talent given to
me with which to help myself and others.
I would like a stranger's unbiased opinion.
Any corrections whatever, criticisms or
advice will be gratefully accepted
I send tills money for expenses (partial
payment for sour time, etc.,) for probably
it seems like an imposition to expect you
to peruse all this literature: but how else
could ou form a fair opinion? F. G.
I know-nothing of the concern you'"
speak of. Nevertheless, I cannot advise
jou to part with ten dollars for their
help. ,
In the first place, it strikes me n
"unusual" for en editor who declines
your manuscript to send it to n con
cern who claims to place manuscript.
Then again that concern says they
place copy before several editors at
once. Well, it's V'unusual" to do that.
The suggestion that their "personal ac
quaintance" with editors may help is
hardly a consideration. I know person
ally many editors, but I never found
that that fact helped me to place a' I
single manuscript.
No, I suggest you handle your owv
manuscript. Editors are looking for in-' i
teresting matter and they don't cafe
where it comes from. Of course, a welll
known v. liter gets more attention than
nn unknown one, but if your work hast I
merit and you send it to the editors of
journals which use your kind of copy,
you'll get acceptances.
I presume you are reading, the test
literary works of the present and past, I
generations, and also studying books on
writing books such as Arlo Bates's
"Talks on Writing English," or Es
senwein's "The Art of Story Writ
ing." ,
I return the money you sent. My
services nre nt vour dtsnosal nt nnv tlmti
as a service to you from tho EVEMNall
Punuo Ledger.
"A Nunfier of Things" ?
The annual transportation of malls
by railroads amounts to 571,011,060
miles, at a cost of $58,800,108.
Mrs. Susanna Rannells', ninety-six
years old, registered to vote in the elecV
tion at Battle Creek, Mich, . ,
The full title of the Bolshevik alleged
government is "the Russian federative
socialistic republic of Soviets,''
Oyster shells are belpg used extensive
ly in tho manufacture of Portland
cement along the coast of the gul(.of
Mexico.
The manufacture and consumption of
macaroni and vermicelli in China has
reached enormous proportions, nnd is
still growing.
A new government ruling in Burma,
requires nil Burman girls twelve yearat
ot age anu over to aicena a gins- scnopi,
if one exists in th.e town, rather than
the mixed school, as heretofore.
The war-camp community service ot
New York selected Miss Gabrlelle
Rosierc as professional shopper for en
listed men, for whom she shops or whom
she nssists in buying anything from
cigarettes to diamond rings.
Trinccss Oynmn, widow of Field Mar-
shnl Prince Ojama, whose death was
recently reported in Japan, wns-lfc Jt
the first Japanese women to be edu-'
cated in America. She entered Vassnri
Collego at the age of nineteen and was
graduated with high honors. ',
The city of Los Angeles leads fill
United States" municipalities for' deaths
due to automobile accidents, tho ratio
being seventeen to the 100,000 of pppy
ulntion. Chicago's aptomobiie death
rate is ten to the 100,000 of population;
a j ear. New York's death rate to 'the
100,000 is 8.1, and Baltimore has the
lovvesty which IsC.l. . ""jfi
Watches are not being turned qut
fast enougii by American manufacturers
to snpply n demand, which, according,
.. lia nn-AUAnn(l..n f A 1- ?
ducing concern, is greater today tha
ever before. Leading factories fell be
hind in their regular output Inst year.
when their plants were busy fllllug war'
!... . "iji'
The island of Corfu claims a marl
time history antedating that of Atbemjfl
According to tradition, this was the!
land of the Phaeacians, and here Ulys4
ata Inmlpil In Him mii.m tf I.I.. i...l.l?
ings, and on this seashore that dclleht-h
ful etory had Its setting, which Ho moo
tells, of how tho hero received much 4
needed hospitality and kindness at tliiS
hands, of Nausicaa, the daughter
King Alcinous perhaps the raep
beautiful episode in all tho "Odyssey.
Indeed, to this day two islands ploM
to the shores ot Lonu dispute the honor
of being the ship of, Ulysses turned lata
stone. ,
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