"wV!,WWIw'TiiffiYSMlWBiLl TV 1 ii i i 1 1 JMMWIMW (J . l li MLMffflWIJ WE JWJiMl aiiL'JBIWHIILf TO U ' IJMIP Jill) HBWE.T iV "., J-l T J-l J.-1 0.-1.1 JL M'XIXU UUXUOXV J. AAXiliJJJJJiJi OJ.J.J. I OJXl (Ji -M J.1 J. X- '. J.I.I.U it 1W.i K is T? IS If El kinm2- 33 -V v to' J"! Tie Man From the Clouds : u :K '. ... J.XfOPVTQhtt 1919, OU utorpe u, voran uo.j By J. STORER CLOUSTON Author of "The Spy In Blatli," "The Lunatic at Large," etc. iK THIS feTAKTS THE STOUY A British sublleutennnt goes up In 'ft nn observation balloon as lookout, in J. 1014, the cable holding the balloon fW break, and after drifting tor nours ' 23 'f "In the clouds," ho lands safely In a (."-. nture. He thinks he Is In ticr- mnv At ilimW lm meets a man in m$T a heavy sou'wester, addresses him in $v German, and, after warning mm not to speak Ucrman where mey are, me -t. -Li ItUKtlm tnntif.ll.Pn ... iTnan hrkk mill. mu Lull,: i"j ..vw,- 3!11 on this Island?" which Is a password, 7tuexiMnA lemma lilm. The sublieutenant wr""" j- .u. ..i.i. t ,nll hnnap on $ the beach where he learns one Ken dall owns the "isianu, wnien is uiiu of a group used ai a UritNli naval "base. He believes he has discovered the base of German spies, determines to capture them, assumes the ncccnt and manner of n Hun, sets out to find Itendall, on the way meets one O'Brien, a Doctor Kendall, an old "patriarch," who further arouse his suspicions. He comes to the mansion of Mr. Hcndatl. who gives him lodging Until he can attend to "secret busi ness," as he explains his presence to his hoit. A few nights later Mr Kendall, who is a constable, goes to patrol a section of the coaot iiRaiust submarines, under direction of the British Government. The sublieu tenant decides to go and investigate. He is surprised when Jean, .Mr Ben dall's daughter, arms herself, and goes with him. Several notorious things occur during their exclusion, and after meeting Mr. Kendall on ,.h thev return to the mnnMou without solving the mjstcries. AND HEKI3 IT CONTINUES I HAD seen no one. it is true; 1 had heard no sound that could be sworn to as made bv a human being. The thing I saw so dimly might possiblj not have been a lethal weapon (and if it was i a weapon, what in hcaven'u name could It be? I wondered); it might cou iceivably have been a large bird some distance off. just ns b) a reverse illusion men' are said to have fired at bumble bees when grouse driving. Also, it wns . within the bounds of possibility that the tinkling stones might not have been thrown down by some one above in order to draw me- under that face Everything had been so vague that all these alternatives were conceivable Hut my own miud was quite and hnnll) de termined now that my adventure with the stranger on the shore had been no figment of my fancy, and I felt sure, moreover, that they had made up tneir minds about me and decided to act How and why they had come to such a definite conclusion, despite all my , efforts to mislead them, beat me at first , completely. And then I stopped short and almost shouted "" I had addressed Miss Kendall at her own door in a German accent. Then I had abruptly dropped it and through 11 my deliberate mystifications one fact had been clear that I spoke in the accents of an ordinary more or less educated Englishman. The Kendalls clearly had the ma terial for coming to ,a conclusion, nnd now in their company I had all but ..4.i mi flnm nn earth. Tet somehow or other now that I B'all this so-clearly, I found mjself singularly reluctant to accept the logi cal conclusion that this gentleman of good lineage and standing and this at tractive high-spirited girl were ac tually traitors of the basest sort, 'and murderous traitors too. "Hang it, I may be wrong after all . I said to myself. "1 Know i m 5ouub . 1 am told I'm rnsh ; I have made a fool of mjself periodically as long as I've known mjself. I'll give them the benefit of the doubt a little longer. At the door Mr. Rcndall left us to resume his conscientious patrol. I said a brief and cool good night to Jean, went up to my room aud tumbled atrajght into bed. "In the morning I 11 think things oyer," I decided. , A Near Thing "OEING an optimist has compensa- i ; i m m.i t in,l It Tvntitfl need to fttHiiw. fo no virtue has ever landed JfcitVaT one in more damnable scrapes tmMtaku optimism has landed me. But be ut'Mfcre the crash comes it docs help to ,piecp one uupyj. $$& Next morning, after that nasty night. JfeiWas singing in my bath and full of V TJild nopes; rne iaci ucms "' --Viwd-consoling way of loouing at tilings $ad suggested itself in the very act of shaving. 'V S"They are afraid of me'." I said to '-Biyaelf. gfsjfcAtter a night's sleep the adventure ijr ,the shore nau grown peruaps a It'tte blurred in some of its details. I US T could see that curved thing ris- '4nV iiMinst the night sky a trifle more 5adlstlnctly in my mind's eye; so that jipl.jcould take my oath in court it was 1 -weanoh. Still, I remained perfectly 1 V assured I had been attacked, and the WiJE'eustaining conclusions I now drew were, Nflrtlv that "they" (whoever they were; fiijfl r,a T- tried to keen on open mind on n r J'at point) were so afraid of me that v. .Aa fAailv tn sflfk nt nothintr to , Wicjr v" ...j .- -- n ' lav me out: secondly, that they were tf!? afraid to tackle me by ilaj, but had to " rph"oose a dark night aud a lonely place ; a, - "-anq thirdly, mat wun sucn a spienuici ' Cbanc,S It must nave oepu uerres umi r . " saae mem duukic ii. fS'Jri "Pennle in that state of mind will fbvfV do something or other to give them- U selves away," I thought hopeful!). 5j&t In this connaent state oi nunii i J ?t nnic down for breakfast. My host. I Jii t ..HJ .. tnlnir In hprl nf Ipr hv K" C-w ''sight's vigil, and my hostess was dalnt f jyi w and more Inaccessible than ever. -KSPk ' Alter breakfast I reflectel for a little '''iiVever a pipe and then I asked her for a !i. tfA'Mt ' lunch t0 Put ln my nockct and '4pfffi,toia her I was going for a long walk. L V'4.Tifiki. cot the lunch and gave it to me ,.' . 'irithout wasting t stretch of wall following the shore llne.J which could hnc given shelter for any one to stalk me virtually from the start. At nnother I noticed n farm close by, and Tftwn this an nssallant could easily have slipped down to the beach and runbnck again. At a third the configuration of the rocks was such that it would have been simple for him to hao waited below the bank till he heard us coming, made a noise to bring me down, nnd .then gone up above without exposing himself against the sky. In fact, one could draw no defi nite conclusions at nil. Besides, there was the very distaste ful alternative (and the more plausl- And finally there was a last alter native; that I might have been mis taken in thinking I was actually as sailed and Instead of that But whnt other conceivable explanation could there be? 1 tried hard but, could think of none. , With the flame of optimism burning now somewhat low, I kept on following the shore till I was well past the scene of both my night adventures and had come to the little sandy bay with the huddle of low gray farm buildings just clear of the tide. I found Peter senior painting his boat on the shore and hail ed him cheerfully with the same old guttural accent. "1'ainting jour boat, 'I sr,'' said I, "Who was guarding this part here?" I asked. "I dlnna ken." I wondered, but I saw that there was not much more to bo learned here. He had denied that any of his household were out, for what that was worth, and at that I bade hltn good morning and turne'd back. I fell to walking more and more slowly and nt last 1 stopped and decided to accompany my thoughts with a little lunch. The boundary wall at this point ran close .to the edge of the rocks nnd was rather higher than usual. I thought for a moment of sitting down and lunch Ing under its lee. nnd then I noticed that It was very loosely built of large angle. As usual I feted on Impulse, and this time I think correctly. Scarcely had the thought struck me than I was up and rushing forward to the Bheltcr of the grass bank where tho rocks be gan. There, quite safe but rather cramped, I crept along parallel to the wall for about a hundred jnrds. And then I jumped up, charged the wall, and brought half of It down as I hurled mjself over. As my feet touched the ground I looked in both directions, very nearly simultaneously, and saw noth ing. (C0NTINUEDT0M0nn'0W) t ft .' I t ... -i'4-. . JSs& m?t 'ffis . 'vw-ik' m. vf?'.;:; jmm mMffimUm vi' & -ppllf'1 '" DREAMLAND AD VENTURES-ByDaddM "RAINBOW GOLD" tvH.-iS) I followed his dirty linger and a couple of hundred yards ahead I spied a figure. ble it seemed, ie more distasteful it' grew) that there might well have been two people in it; one who might have followed me, the stone thrower; and the other who might, for instance, have been patrolling the shore from the opposite duection, the nttnekcr. Suspicious as I had felt at the mo ment. I shrank from this alternative, and in justification I asked myself, "Why didn't she use her pistol, aud be done with it?" But, on the other hand, it was a most extraordinary coincidence that her father should linve -'l that spot certainly within three or four minutes previously, aud that he should have seen no sign of my enemy. So far as I could remember the length of time I had spent groping among the rocks, it was just possible for llr. Kendall to pass by and for the other man then to begin his work ol decoy ing me, but certainly it was an uupleas ant coincidence. He gave me a long look nnd one word. "Ay," said he, and went on paint ing. It struck me nt once that he was even more wnry and more reticent than be fore, but I was determined to extract some information. "I have been guarding you against the Germans! Last night I patrolled jour const!" I informed him with great ruthusiasm. He looked at me rather curiously, I thought. "Did ye see anj thing? he inquired. "I thought I did, but, 'ach ! how can one be ,surc in the dark?"- "It's no easy," he agreed. "Then jou have 'tried, too, my friend?" "Aj," he ndmitted, splashing on the paint. "Were any tf your family patrolling last night?" "No," said he curtly. Vr A PROBLEM SOLVED This world is full of troubles dire And problems most amazing. Of routine duties we oft tire And Cain would fnin be raising. - The man who lets himself get blue ' Is very sure to rue it. , - There's alvvayssome right tlfing to do And some right way to do it. A bunch of statesmen at Versailles Are faced by problems puzzling. They're dogged by critics every day That they would favor muzzling. And still the dictum's ever true, Whichever way you view it : There's alvv'ays some right thing to do And some right way to do it. So I'd suggest that since 'tis June When brains are clogged with clinkers, And clever graduates will soon Prove the) 're the only thinker, That certuln of this brainy few Should earnestly get to it And tell our statesmen what to do And just the way to do it, GUIF ALEXANDER. beach boulders and that the off shor breeze was whistling through it like a sieve; so I decided to descend to the sheltered beach and lunch there. That decision saved my life. I clambered down, chose a rock to sit behind, and was just putting mv hand in my pocket for my packet of sandwiches, when "Crack !" something whistled close to my head and smnckel against a ledge 'behind me. "Crack!" again, and the smack this time resounded from the rock beside me. At the third "Crack!" I was flat on my face behind that rock nnd mv band was iu another pocket. It brought out something more to the point than sandwiches. I had a pretty good idea, by this time where the shots were coming from and I risked a quick rise of my heud to make quite sure. I just had time to see Bflash through one of the holes in the wail and down went my head again as a bullet smacked once more upon! the ledge" behind. Yet another shot followed and seemed to miss everything, for I heard no sound of lead on stone, and then up went my head and hand together nnd I was covering that bit of wall with my own revolver. I saw- that my enemy was no very dead shot and. I meant to risk his fire and snap at the flash through the wall. I knew I coytd-get quite near enough his peep hole to startle him, and nfter I had sprinkled the near neighborhood of that aperture for five or six seconds I thought, it probnbly odds against his keeping bis head sufficiently t(do much aiming. To be quite candid I must confess that it was a soothing sensa tion to feel I was the better man with a gun, and that I should have been in a proper fright if it had been the other way about. One hears a good deal of discussion on the quality ( of courage nowadays, and there is my bwn small contribution. -" The seconds passed, my finger on the trigger nnd my ej es glued to the largcsi crevice I could spy in that wall, but there was never another flash or crack Aud then It suddenly struck me that the man might be moving down the wall to get a shot at me from another THE GEYSER A short time ago my friend Oswald moved into n flat in one of the suburbs. (Yes, I know it sounds Incredible, but it happened thus; About a year ago Os wald was traveling by rain and chnnce"d to overhear an clderl' lady observe to another that she thou.tht of giving up her flat In about a year's time. After that; of course, Oswald never let her out of his sight, until finally, as the van containing her furniture vanished at one end of the street, the van con taining Oswald's furniture appeared at the other. So there he Is.) Soon nfter he moyed hi I went to inspect his nevv nbode. He was im mcnscly enthusiastic. "M'ycs," 6ald I, "but where's the 'bath?" "Here," said Oswald, proudly, and, with the air of a conjuror producing n rabbit from n silk hat, lifted up the kitchen table. Beneath, in a coy and slightlv furtive attitude, lay the bath. Quite a good bath, mark you. "I see," I said. "Hot nnd cold water all right, eh?" "Well, no," he answered. "The cold water's all right, but, ns a mntter of fact, there is no hot water yet. I'm having a gejer put in." What followed theienfter I had bet ter, perhapR, tell in my own words, as Oswald is in no condition to make in telligible utterances. It appears that in due course the gejser arrived (Oswald bought it second-hand) convojed by two ham-handed minions of alcoholic ap pearance, who proceeded forthwith to dismantle the kitchen". After three dajs ot constant labor, during which they delved a hole in the wall almost large enough to admit a taxi, thej announced the completion of their magnum opus, aud withdrew. One, however, lingered to bestow, from the fullness of his heart, a word of warning upon Oswald. "That there gejser," he said wheezily, "needs care. Care. Yer see it's war stuff, aud not very dependable, as jer might say." And he disappeared. That very night Oswald determined to bathe, and having turned on the water and lit the gas, sat ou the edge of the hath to await developments. In a few minutes the water stopped sud denly. Panic-stricken, Oswald turned off the gas, and was peering into the tap to discover the reason for the hitch when the water started to flow again with redoubled vigor. Hastily drjlng himself he lit the gas agaiu, nnd again waited. Almost immediately the gas went out. At this point Oswald, who had had a hard day's work, gave it up and went to bed. On the following day, such is his passion for cleanliness, lie tried ngain, and. curiously enough, all went well until, flushed with success, he sp'rnng, .lmmhig n snatch of song, . Into the ..nth. As 'he did so the bottom of the gejser fell out, dealing him a stunning blow on the head, which he had been foolish enough to place in the line of fire. Dazed ns he was, he managed to crnwl to the telephone, with the lcsult that with cnrly morn came the geyser's alcoholic satellites, who after admin istering a severe rebuke to Oswald nnd pointing out tlint it waR his own fault for getting into the bath at all, spent a happy day putting matters right, and drifted away again. A week elapsed before Oswald ven tured to try his luck again. This time all went well, rather to his surprise, hut when on the following day he was foolhardy enough to nttempt another bath, the Internal organs of the gejser. without the slightest hesitation, melted and filled the bath with molten copper Oswald with n resigned air, summoned n plumber of his acquaintance. This gentleman, nfter scratching his head and observing that it looked like a long job. departed in search of his mate. The two worked gently for a couple of duys and then departed, muttering of "over time." 'That night the top of the gey ser blew up, tearing a large and un lovely hole in the roof. The ham-handed satellites, sum moned next day. remarked that they had always expected it. Oswald spent n week at Brighton while the repairs were being effected f and returned, bronzed and healthy, determined not to sur render to an inanimate object like a geyser. Forthwith he turned on the water, lit the gas and, in duel course. stepped (somewhat gingerly, it must be admitted) into the bath. Psothing m(. toward occurred at first, and he con gratulated himself on having at last conquered the thing, wheu, as. he was about to soap the back of his neck, the geyser, ODviousiy uetermined to have the last word, blew up bodily ith a terrific explosion, nnd, accorapauied by an immense chunk of masonry, loft the flat nnd alighted in the street. In'Oswald'H latest letter to me, writ ten for him by his nurse, he tells me hat he has decided, after much cogltu tion, to rever to the old-fashioned bin simpler method of heating successiv saucepans of water ou the gas stovt ind washing himself, as it were, bv installments. I think he is wise. K. II (oidon iu London Opinion. (Ptgov and Billy, accompanied by bird friends, go in icarch of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The) find the gold, and Judge Oicl teams them of danger.) They Loso the Gold ALL the birds looked eagerly into the pot of gold, while Peggy and Billy dancy around In jftr. "Is that the stuff that humans mnlfc such a fuss about?" exclaimed Mr. Robin disgustedly. "Why, it's just a lot of chips of yellow stone." "Yes, but think of all tho good things It will buy !" cried Billy. "With gold jou can .get nil the food you want." "I can get food just by working for It." replied Mr.'ItobJn, and he proved what ho said by pulling a fat worm from the ground and gobbling It down "And you can buy clothes," sug gested Peggyi "Huh, we have prettier clothes now than you have," chirped Mr. Oriole preening his feathers. "And )ou ca,u build a fine home," said Hilly. "We all have fine nest homes now," chorused the birds, "and foe built them ourselves. "But jou haven't nice, warm houses, 1th furnaces nnd all that," argued Peggy. "What do we need warm houses for?" chirped' Mr. Robin. "We are sensible nnd fly soujh in the winter. It's warm enough there. "And gold will buy an nutomobile or an airplane," dcclnred Billy. "He, he ho, ho!" laughed (ieneral Swallow. "But it can't buy a pair of wines like mine-Hind wings bent an airplane or an auto all hollow." These arguments of the birds gave Peggy a new view on the value of money, but she concluded that birds were birds, and humans were hupians, "Gold,, gold, a pot of gold!" he cried -aloud. "And It's mine all mine" and they look at things, in a different way. "You birds are lucky that you don't need more things," Bhe said. "But wc humans need n lot of things " "A lot of things you'd be better off without," interrupted Judge Owl. "Again I say. beware of rainbow gold. Hoot! Hoot!" Wham ! A rock hit the pine tree not a foot from Judge Owl's head. "Hoot! Hoot! What did I tell you?" he cried, as he dived for a thick clump qf foliage. Thump! Another rock lit among the birds, just missiug Peggy's htyid. "Scoot! Danger I'v, hooted JudgcOwI, but his warning wasn't needed, for In nn instant the birds had scattered to the four winds, hiding wherever they could find a refuge. Peggy nnd Billy leaped Into the toy airplane and soared into the air. When out of reach of the fljing rocks they looked back to see who was attacking them. It was a farmer boy driving home the horses nfter the day's work In the ficlds.i He had heard Judge Owl's hooting and) the clatter of the birds as they argiied over the uselcssncss of gold, and in spirit of mischief had hurled stones iat them. "Ha, ha, hal" laughed tho farmer boy ns the birds dashed away. Then as he ran up to see what they had been t chattering over, his "ha, ha," turned ' into "Ah. nh " "Gold, gold, a pot of gold!" be-crled . aloud. "And It's mine all mine, be--1 cause I vo found it. s "No. it Is ours I We found it;" cried Billy. But the farmer boy, excited over the discovery of the gold, thought Billy was only n b'rd and paid no attention to him. "! "Now I enn run away to the city. Now I can become a spender and ltiad a wild life," exulted the farmer boy, his pleasant face taking on an evil look. "I'll not tell the family at home anything about this, but I'll sneak awjayj at night to go on a jolly spree thawill7 last fqr weeks and weeks until lv -spent every cent." . t "No, no, he must not do that. H will waste the gold and ruin himself,," cried Peggy(. "And the gold belongs to us, we found it," insisted Billy. "Let him have It! There's evirta rainbow gold," hooted Judge Owl, i "Indeed, I'll not let him have it. ITU fight for It first," said Billy, forgetting ,l.ot l.n na ..! tlin .Un rt . n.Mll I.!... Will. ..........(I tltn nl.nlnH. ....a..... ' I Liiii. x.iiij imuui imc uujiiaucvuunu- . ward, but the farmer boy had already picked up the pot of gold, and with furtive looks around him, was running toward n barn that stood on the out skirts of a group of farm building , some little' distance away. ' (Tomqrrow will be told hou fn tainbow gold brings ill fortune to the farmer boy's family.) BRUNO DUKE, Solver of Business Problems By HAROLD WHITEHEAD, Author of "The Business Career of Peter Flint," etc. Copyrltbt THE PROBLEM OF GETTING COM MISSION SALESMEN TO STICK How Not to Interview Salesmen ODD proved to be a live wire. Intro ductions were barely over before he began to tell his side of Uip story. "The Glider car,' Mr. Duke, aud you, too, of course, Mr. Flint, is a pippin' it's the swellest car for the money ever, put out Just, come here aud say, come for a ride" In. one." "Hold on." Duke cried, "never mind the car. We know that's all right. Tell us how you get men?" "I don't, I'm nfrnid. It's hard to get good men with any experience to start for ?10 ns a drawing nccount. Of course I cxplaiu to them it's only car fare money nnd tlint they get live per cent on all cars bold. Even when I get 'em, Mr. Feather queers 'em. Say, one time he cut commissions to three per cent on cars sold on leads said 'it en couraged the men to find their own leads.' " , "How did it work out: i inquireu. "It didu't, bt the men did! I had several good men then, but three of them left me cold and went to the A. G. C. Company." ThoA. G. C. Com nanv offered me an ngency soon after- ward. , , "Why didu't jou tukc it.'" askcu Duke. ' "I like the Glider car best; besides, old Martin Brainard he's the general manager well, it you knew .u. u. us we older managers do, jgu'd know why we stick to it." - "How long has Feather been with the company?" . "As general sales manager, only about a year. He was with the company for years before, manager or something in tli fnctory. They say he was a star there ' I wish he'd stayed where his twinkle was useful," Odd com mented whimsically'. Hb he ever sold cars?" I asked. "No, 'never hold hard, yes; he, once sold a lot of them at one crack to some Pm who .Eave-each of their sales men a car, sohat they could get around the country quicker. I think that really t 1,1m his lob." "So jie's never given you many sell ing Ideas?" v "Given any ideas!" Odd shrugged his shoulders. "He never gave anything in his life. Say, I once put up a little contest nmong the men. I offcivl a( prize to the first fellow who sold nro oars in two consecutive days. Old 'Kill oy, that's his pet name with us called it off when he heard about it. He said 'it hurt business, for ifia man sold a car he'd hold up the sale until he got another.' Sucli rot, tor u a muu uu. a car he wants it at once. Oh, well, what's the use!'' Just then a, fellow asked for ''the manager." Odd told us in an'under- toue that he'd been advertising for men, and this was some one In answer to that dvertlsement. "You go right -ahead, Mr. Odd, and iiii'l mind us," puke replied, He nnd strolled over to a car orf the floor, ut listened to the conversation that (Hik place. Odd began by asking the fellow what he was doing nnd a few other obvious questions. The man's name was Groom. He sold check protectors, but found "ever) body iu Detroit had one, so I want, to get into something-bigger." Odd then gave Groom a most en thusiastic description of the Glider car. He painted in glowing colors the big money to be made by selling it. "What yer pay?" Groom asked. Odd explained to him about the com mission of live per cent and $10 a week advance for n month. "H , that's no good to me. I get a bigger drawidg account than that now!" Odd tried to reason with him, but the man turned ou his heel and left. ("That's a sample of what we have to put up with." Odd looked with dis gust at the departing Mr. Groom. A few minutes later another young fellow came iu, and the following con versation ensued : "You Mr. Odd?" "Yes." "The job's selling cars, of course?" "Of course." ' "Salary?" "No; commission " "Nothing doing!" and out he walked. "There, Peter," Duke commented, "you have two splendid examples of how, not to interview prospective sales men. When we get back to the hotel I'll tell you what's wrong nnd what should.be done." TODAY'S BUSINESS QUESTION What is a "Draff't Ansiccr will appear tomorrow. ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S '" BUSINESS QUESTION A "Discount" is: 1. A sum throicn off the amount of a irUfe or bill. ' 2. A deduction. "f 3. To "discount" is to lend money on bills after deducting the interest. ), In this space Air. Whitehead will tfn siccr readers' business questions on buying, selling, advertising and employ ment, i . i THE PAIL Y NO VELETTE THE GHOST CHASER By MRS. C. B. BROOKS (( A ND they say A low i ' here the voice owercd to a tragic whisper. Three pairs of eyes blue, brown, hazel widened with fear. Not so Claiic Berkeley's. Had she not longed for excitement, adventure? It had been so lonely nnd monotonous, especially since Al Trevor had left with out one word. Surely there must be some mistake. She had overheard his sister whispering that he had arrived from overseas. "Andthey say," whispered Amy Tro ver, "that late in the evening it is seen in the upper buck room. The light it Carrie's illumines its long, white form. I'd go in if sTom would go, too. It might be great fun." The girls' eyes flashed their excite ment. "Tom go with you." sneered vClaire Berkeley. "Why! I'd like uothlng bet ter than o go with our own girls. As if wc depended on men for everything we undertake." And the pretty chin tilted in the air. The timid ones, inspired by Claire's brnve assertion, promised to accompany the two girls on condition thatthey be allowed1 to follow in the rear. It was decided to investigate one evening and the following night to enter Ihe hauuted house. Thus one dark evening found five. weird, creeping forms silently tracing their way along the deserted road. Amy nnd Claire braved the way ahead, and the three timid ones followed quakingly. "I I saw a speck of light," trembled Sadie Deauforth. 'O oh, dear! I d don't dare go on. "1 wish brother Bob were here," quaked Betty Seers. Suddenly Amy slackened her gait. DOROTHY DARN IT The League of Nations Wouldn't Stand for It Copyright. 10.0, by Th6 Dell Syndicate, Inc. By Cha8. McMflnw "M Li a superfluous word, and off I eet. -ii ' rit was a breezy morning, with a lot oft tbtn cloud in theky and a ruffled sea ; T .! t,.,miln.in(r? the verv (lav for wallr, I followed the exact route took the night before, trying to tify such landmarks as rises and l In tlfc ground and sharp curves in , '.-- .1 .hJ f--,n flnA tn thn w,nt I , fellt I found it wan virtually impossible ; i daylight. Myobject was to find the Apt' where J had been attacked, and at 1 (fftt I plvl to pe reuvvin nun nuuniusi tfcat fwr. ' ?WA- 3f1fe t ,t it wust havp been one of three or r, places 'where the feature of a low! f hmediatei)- under the turf-was) t-. stM there was a Tone i C CERMANV IS SURE ) C DO NT SEE ) HAVE YOU BEEN fl SURE HAVE, I f WHY THEV MADE CAVE'S BUT U f HOW COULD I T ( LET- ) UP AGAIN5T IT WHY ) READIN THE I AMD I THINK I GERMANY CIVEUPO, OUST THIrJl Be HARDER.'' GERMAN Y'KEEP L I -' V J PEACE TERMS' ( THEY RE O- K- j HER. CABLES. THATS HOW TOUCH f 1 J - r CALc'; - SO' f l r- J ZZ 1 TOUGH J I IT COULD ( v VC J M, M0 MK vJofvLc SQM tf r $ -iwN ) have been Xo-jiii. to icon fmJ jXyBsp& i . t . - " ' - - i, v -J ' ' Ct?. "Usui " - t ' .ni ! " ' Ui , .I, iiiHiL' - . ... in .j '' i y v . ,t.. I, 1 i ii i iii m'iiiii ,i J ! i . ' II .-"''FA ' ""A ' mt.-'Tfinrt" -, :. JVti V " . " V ,. Jj&.. iiiWBi Iii hi iMBi-fto r Ii ii rrit-ii t i ilMIWlriiiltf nlMllitmMfril iTMMiMflii llBMffiliiiiimfiliMii if iinlgirmtfifri -,S' "Claire! I I believe Sadie did see ' something. I do myself. Look!" "A light! I don't see a thing but a firefly. What little cowards you are! -Now listen. We'll go back now; but next time we shall enter. How many wllNpromise? Arc you afraid?" j "Why, of course I'll not back ont, Claire," said Amy. ' ?! "And. you three timid ones?" with ered their leader, mockingly. i "We wc of course, we'll go." thef naitingly. agreed. "Brave girls!", laughed Claire. The next evening the three fearful girls vfollowed their brave leaders to the' very door of the 'haunted house. Tiie long, black hedge seemed to conceal black, spooky shapes. j "I don't dare go at 16ast, not iqto the back room. Would you mind, vy.u,.. urfcau Amy. x j! No, I wouldn't mind going in alone. I'm bound to thase that ghost. I'm not afraid," boasted the girl. But even as she forged ahead the girl felt herself tremble. She would never give in oh. no. She groped her .wny to the opposite 11 side of the room and began fumbling Wit tna rlwi1rn-tk i ft At every fumble faint groans issued It from the corner where the elrls Rtood 17 huddled. When the branch of an ojd iliac tree tapped, the window the groans deepened. "Sh!" warned Claire. "Claire's voice trembles, too," whis pered ione of the girls. Amy nudged her into fearful silence. As Claire pushed wide the awful dnnr. thp girls saw a small bright light out- ' imng,a tall whiteform. Then tho door closed on their friend. The girls stood quaking, and with eyes covered. . It seemed hours before they dared to speak or to peer through tho, darkness. r Where was Claire so long had any thing happened to her? Not one dared to move. Suddenly they heard peals of laughter, which frightened them still more. Then the door opened, and a flashlight " leu tun upon them, v - . "It's all right, girls. I'm the Bhost." laughed Al Trevor in a happy, tremun t lous voice. 'You can all testify that ' viaire cnaseu alter me; tn fact, she fell. rignt into iny arms." " "Why Al Trevor 1 You." "Yes, girls, I will contcss I overheard Amy tell of your ghostly trin. Tn nun. 1 Ish this fair maid, who blamed me, I' BUDsmuiea lor me gnost, lly-the way, w litre is me original spoony ' "Vanished, Al, It must have been my ghost of unhapplness," unblushineW ' admitted Claire, . , "O oh, dear) let's net out of thlal gruesome, guosuy nouse," cried Amy Trevor. f i "Gruesome!" chlded Al. ''Gruesome!" echoed Claire, They beamed at each other. jTb next, eomple Ry 'jMi." xni TF ' jf r - " v wletti-
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