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J.XfOPVTQhtt 1919, OU utorpe u, voran uo.j
By J. STORER CLOUSTON
Author of "The Spy In Blatli," "The
Lunatic at Large," etc.
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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
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' 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
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"RAINBOW GOLD"
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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
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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.
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Copyright. 10.0, by Th6 Dell Syndicate, Inc.
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"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.
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