20
EVENING PUBLIC LEDGER PHILADELPHIA', FRIDAY, JULY 11, .1919
an It
I-
;
I
f
I:'.
KS.
w
pi-
I'
t
THE WORLD FOR SALE
(Copjrtoht, IBtl, hv ttarttr BroJ
4 THISSTAItTS THE STORY
Fleda Druse, daughter of Gabriel
Druse, of gypsy blood shoots In a
canoe he Carillon rapids on the
Sagalac river where it flows between
the towns of Manltott and Lebanon
In the Canadian Northwest. She Is
rescued from the whirlpools below by
Max Ingolb.v, a manager of great in
terests, who has come to Lebanon to
unite the two towns and makn them
tho center of commerce in the western
north. On the shore she Is iusultcd
by Felix Marchnud. a powerful but
disreputable character of Mnnltou.
lngolby uttneks Mnrchand, who vows
revenge. Fleda is claimed by one
Jethro Fnwc us his wife, under it
gypsy custom which united them in
marriage when they were children.
Fleda rejects him- Mnrchand stirs
Up n feud between the two towns in
order to foil Ingolbj's ambitions. A
Btrlke Is to be called. Ingolbj's new
bridge Is to be blown up and he. linn- I
self, thrown into the river, lngolby
determines to mingle that night with
his enemies In Mnnitot dlgui-ed as a
French-Canadian, Ingolbj and I'awe
meet for the first time nnd Ingolbj I
Invites Fnwc to his liome. I
AND IIERK IT CONT1NI KS. I
TT WAS only after he bad been pla ing. ,
" virtually without ceasiug. for three
quarters of nn hour, that there cninc,
to lngolby the true interpretation, of
the Romany mutterings through the'
man's white, wolflike teeth. He did
not shrink, however, but kept his head,
and watched
Once as the musician flung his bodv
round a sweep of passion, lngolby saw
the black eyes flash to the weapons on
tie wall with a malign look which did
not belong to the music alone, uud he
took a swift estimate oft the situation.
Why tue man should have am niten
tions against him, h" could not guess.
except that he might be one of the
madmen who have a eudetta against the
cnnltalist. Or was lie a tool of I'elix
Marchand? It did not seem possible.'
and yet if the man wns penniless and an
anarchist maybe, there was the po-sl-
bility. Or the blood rushed to bis
face or it might be that the (iypsj's
presence here, this display of devilish
antipathy, as though it were all part ,
of the music, was due, somehow, to:
Fleda Druse. I
The music swelled to a swirling storm.
crashed and flooded the feelings with n
bense of shipwreck and chaos, through
which n voice seemed to Cry the quiver
and delicate shrillness of one isolated
string and then fell a sudden silence,
as though the end of all things had
come; and on the silence the trembling!
and attenuated note which had quivered
on the lonely string, rising, risine.
piercing the infinite distance and sink-
ing into silenco agara. .
In the pause which followed tnei
Romany stood panting, his eyes fixed on
lngolby with nn evil exaltation which
made him seem taller and bigger than
he was, but gave him, too, a look of
debauchery like that on the face of
b. satyr. Generations of unbridled emo
tion, of license of the fields and the
covert, showed In his unguarded fea
tures. .
"What did the single cry the moUt
j express?" lngolby asked coolly. "I
know there T.'as catastrophe, the turn-
blings of nvnlanchos, but the voice that
X cried the silul ot a lover, was n.
f '" The Romany's lip showed an ugly
grimace. "It was tue soui 01 one ui
betrayed a lover, going to eternal tor
tures." , , ,1It
lngolby laughed carelessly. It was
a fine bit of work. Snrasate would
have been proud of his fiddle if lie could
have heard. Anyhow, he couldn't have
played that. Is it gypsy music?"
"It is the music of a 'gypsy,' as you
call It." , ,
"Well, it's worth a year s work to
bear," lngolby replied admiringly, yet
acutely conscious of danger. "Are jou
a musician by trade?" he asked.
"I have no trade." The glowing ecs
kepi scanning the wall where the
weapons hung, and as though without
purpose other than to get a pipe from
the rack on the wall, lngolby moved to
where he could be prepared for anj
rush. It seemed absurd that there should
be such a possibility; but the world
was full of strange things.
"What brought you to the West?
he asked as he filled a pipe, his back
almost against the wall.
"T rnme to eet what belonged to me."
lngolby laughed ironically. "Most of
us aro here for that purpose. We think
the world owes us such a lot-"
"I know what is my own."
lngolby lit his pipe, his eyes re
flectively scanning the other.
"Have you got it again out here
:syour own?"
sset yet, Dut i win.
lngolby took out his watch ami looked
at it. "I haven't found it easy getting
all that belongs to me."
""You have found it easier getting
what belongs to some one else." was
the snarling response.
Ingolby's jaw hardened. What did
the fellow mean? Did he refer to
money, or was it Fleda Druse?
"See here," he said, "there's no need
to say things like that. I never tnojc
enything that didn't belong to me, that
I didn't win or earn or pay for niuiket
price or 'founder's shares' " he smiled
grimly. "You've given me the best
treat I've hnd In many u day. I'd
walk fifty miles to hear you play my
Sarasate or even old Berry's cotton
field fiddle. I'm as grateful as I can be.
and I'd like to pay you for it; but as
you're not a professional and it's one
gentleman to another, as it were, I
ran. only thank you or maybe help you
to get what's your own, if you're really
h-vinir to cot it out here. Meanwhile.
$ Ifave a cigar and a drink."
He was still Between me uomany
end the wall and by a movement for-
1 ward sought to turn Jethro to the spirit
table. Probably this Mnaneuvering was
all nonsense, that he, was wholly mis
leading the man; but he had always
-.trusted uls instincts, anu jib wuuiu not
J'let his reason rule blm entirely in such
V-7ltuatIon, He could also ring the
,MU for Jim. or "' lo aim ,or wane
"-. l Id. t,n,Mn .Ttm WAS Bll ,,,
ii t.. . K. . Kuf Yia felt iia vntiRt ftf.nl
'i..T Dfl WOB IU IUB MVMOS. . .. DU., ,u
-wth the business alone.
rf Tim Roman? did not move toward
$ .the spirit table, and lngolby became in.
i-.'ewslngly vigilant.
fiivs No. I can't pay you anything, that's
-V ''elMtr,' he said, "but to get your own
" " .. a..!. nnrtK lnft1A,.,n .- liava
wWat can I do? A stranger is up
gMt all kinds of things if be isn't
a" native, and you're not. Your homo
Mi .country a a good way from here,
M ,.v i " '
SMdanlT the Romany faced' him-
''tm.t '-'I 'pmitjtcta places far from
V ytnumdttmpy',l&l
verywnjp u wMy:iHit -
' '$'
"'11 .!fe i'Jf$
1 vt' aK I
''-i
orerv where inside his tent Because
his countrv is everywhere and nowhere
his home i more to him than it is to
an other He is alone jhh Ms wife
anil with hisown people. Yes, nud b
long and by last he will mnke the man
pn who spoils hi home. It is nll he
has Cued or bad, it is all he has. It
is his on n
iugolhv had n strange, disturbing
premonition that be was about to hear
what would startle him, but he per
sNted "ou said jou had come licic
t0 get your own Is jour home here''
r0r n moment the Itoinany dii not
answer lie had woiked himself into a
B,P.lt passion lie had hypnotized him
vPif, l(. ,.,d acted for a while as though
be was one of life's realities, hut sud
denly there passed through his eins
,JP chilling sense of the iiineal, that he
wa, oll viaK p,,,t, ns he hud ever
clonp in ilis Vll an(j ,int ()l ma1 be.
fore i)tnl (.0,,f. with a wave of the
lluncIf raKp th(1 rllrtajn ,, nll ni, ,is.
Ks(s nn, pretenses. It was only for
an insl.lllti however. for tlierc Mve,
tirolIBh hil (hu fpelinR ,hnt Fk,(W ,,,,
rousP(1 , ilini(lic nit rcal passion,
lf flrg). true ,ovp.f ,,mt snrh fls hp
feIt can bc ovetilnt l(. n!u CTCr
known and he snw her again ns she
ns jn tno mt jn tne woo(. (pfj,i,1K
him, ready to defend herself against
him. All his erotic anger aud melo
dramatic fervor weic alive in him once
more.
He was again n man with n wrong,
n lover dispossessed. On the instant
tits veins filled with passionate blood.
The Itoscian strain in him had its own i
tragic force and reality.
"My home is where my own is, nnd
you have taken my own from me, ns
I said." he burst out. "There wns nil
the world for jou, but I had only my
music aud my wife, and you have taken
...if- . -! i. , .
..... ,,..- num ...r i, witvei jou nuv e
taken, but j on shall give back ngain.
", J" 7" ,,lP ol l" ln ""'Idles. Talk white men's language. You
world. The music I have plajed for said that (Jahriel Druse's daughter was
you that has told you all: the thiug0Ur wifP. l'vplain what you meant,
that wns music from the beginning of and no nonsense."
tune, tne win oi tne first ot All. Fleda
Druse, she wns mine, she is my wife,
urn! jou, the Gorgio, come between, and
she will not return to me.
. , , . . .
v nuuuen savage desire came to Jn-
golby to strike the man iu the fuce the Romuujs. Gabriel Druse seized the
i.'i'Si BffP' '"Kaboml the !i"-aiiil of i headship, and my father gave him three
iledu Druse. It was too monstrous. It thousand pounds that we should marry,
was un evil lie, nnd yet she hnd suid she nnd I, nnd so bring the headship
she wns a Homuny and had said it with to the Fnwcs again when Gabriel Druse
apparent shame or anxiety She hud should die; nnd so it wus done bv the
given him no promise, hud pledged no River Stnrzke in the Roumeliau couu
faitbs had admitted no love, and jet 'try."
already iu his heart of hearts lie thought "lngolby winced, for the man's words
upon her us his own. 1'vcr bince the I rang true. A cloud came over his face,
day lie had held her in his arms at f but he said nothing. Jethro saw the
the t'anllon Rapids her voice hnd .momentary advantage. "You did not
sounded in his ears, and a warmth was know?" he asked. "She did not tell
in his heart which had never been vou she wns mniA mv wlfn those ,.orD
there in all his days. This waif of!
rillrlinri.ni ,-ni ,rt ,nll- ,n VI..I. II........I
...,. ..... , ,u.o. iu iituu uiuac iiauguter oi tne itomany King; to it is,
as though he wns of the same sphere jou sec, she is afraid to tell tho
ur. herself invited punishment; but to 'truth."
ciuira her as his wife! It was shame-1 Ingolby's knitted bulk heaved with
less. An ugly mood came on him; the desiro to injure. "Your wife you
force that had made him what he was' melodious Binuer! Do jou think siich
filled all his senses. He straightened1 tomfoolery has any effect in this civil
hiniself: contempt -of the Ishmael i?e1 mnntrv? She is nlirmi n nmeh
showed at his lips.
"I think jou lie. Jethro Kuwe," he,
said quietly, and Ins ejes were hard
and piercing. "Gabriel Druse's duugh
tcr is not never was any wife of
jours. She never called jou husband.
She does not belong to the refuse of the
world."
The Rouinuj made a sudden rush
toward the wall where the weapons
hung, but two arms of iron were flung
out nnd cuught him. uud he was hurled
across the room, i He crushed aguinst
u table, swayed, missed u chair where
rested the Snrasate violin, then fell to
the floor; but lie staggered to his feet
again, all his senses in chaos.
"You almost fell on the fiddle. If
DOROTHY DARNITThe
f I 1 COME, COME T COME, GET UP, THE BIRDS (1 ' DorJT CARE', IF THE BlRM
f T I DAUGHTER WAKE UP Lihihuiiii nl ARE UP SINQINQ AND WARBLING.) -, WANT TO MAKE FOOLS OF M
I r3!l I -s- -ir riESri 1 P$ EEESSl ("THEMSELVES LET'EM )l
Dorothy - flKP vsTT emM V) 1 feyi
DOROTHY iflM 1&-?I iMHUl i&r' HBHH &$J 1 'IWHH
I J wake up H J Ar B ' (vX PvPHI 1 h stm
1BBI 1 JJ'.HHl N JJlfeHI cz h. WBBBk All1-
y wmmmm u bssmsMmm . j -v mr9gw-M y3,jmssssmm vj2cj.
X Hjiigg&w IKI .5BBp,Mlii-ci x ' mBm --immmmSSSm W
. v. w'wr,': J- r -ls. v-. '1-l.. " , ' 3y ,; Wip: V fe?rr.
HMMlWlilf ii M - -' . -:. -Tilifiltliii- fi,ift-;- .-Jfl-' -' --..r.-kairrn'.Wr.!- - 'MliiMttniliite'7il. ,-' r '-"-- . l'MjttrBlBii& i 1 mii. i,' n
le crashed against a table,
you had hurt it I'd have hurt you.
Mr. Fawe," lngolby said with a grim
smile. "That fiddle's got too much iu It
to waste It."
"Mi Duvel I Mi Duvel I" gasped the
Homuny in his furj .
"l'ou can say that as much ns you
like, but if you play any more of vour
mnnkev tricLs- here ,r P.nli T
will wring jour neck," lngolby re
..... . ........ .,, .. ..QU...U,, i
turned, his siv feet of solid flesh inak
iug n movement of menace.
"And look," lie added, "sii.ee jou are
here, and I said what I meant, that I'd
" """ ""'" '
help jou to get your own, I'll keep mv
kor,,. nt ,,ou-t ,,,. i(1 llnmnMl ri(1.
The Romany made a gesture of ac
quiescence. "She wits made mine ac
cording to Romany law by the Kiver
Stur7ke seventeen jears ngo. I was the
- -
snn f Inmnnl i.i ;i,if.,i i.-i.. r n
ngo? Sho did not tell you she was the
.1 , . . . n ... n ... ..
jour wife as I am jour brother. Don't
talk vour heathenish rot here. I said
I'd help you to get j'our own. because
jou pluyed the fiddle us few men can
play it, and I owe jou a lot for thut
hour's music; but there's nothing be
longing to Gnhriel Druse that belongs to
jou, and his daughter least of nil. Look
out don't sit 011 the fiddle, diimn jou !"
The Romuny hnd mnde n motion us
if to sit down on the chair wlieie the
fiddle wns, but stopped short nt In
golby's warning. For an instant Jethro
hud an inclination to sei.e the fiddle and
break it across his knees.
It would be an exquisite thing to
destroy five thousand dollars' worth of
this man's property tit n single wrench
Birds May Save Daylight,
By SIR GILBERT PARKER
Author of "The Seats of the Mighty,"
"The Money Master," etc.
and blow. But the spirit of the mu
sician asserted Itself before the venge
ful lover could carry out his purpose,
as lngolby felt sure it would, lngolby
had purposely given the warning about
the fiddle, in the belief that it might
break the unwelcome intensity of the
scene. He detested melodrama, and
the scene came, precious near to it.
Men had been killed before his ecs
more than onec. but there had been no
lodomontade even when there had beeu
a woman in the case.
Tills Romany lover. Iiuweer. seemed
nnxious to make a Silician drama out
of. his preposterous claim, and it sick
ened him. Who was the fellow that
he should appear in the guise of a
rivnl to himself! It was humiliating
mill offensive. Ingolb.v had his own
kind of pride nud iinitj, and they
were both hurt now. lie would have
been less irritable if this rival hud
been as good a man us himself or bet
ter, lie was so much n gamester that,
he would have said. "Let the best
man win," and hnvc taken his chances.
"You can make n good musician
quite often, but a good fiddle is a prize
packet fmui the skies." lngolby said.
swajed, then fell to the floor
..,. ' . . getting ied iu thut abominable way it
When you get a good musician and, hnd whenever hp met Mrs. Monroe,
n good fiddle together it's a day for n "I've lost my sapphire brooch," eon
sulute of n hundred guns." tinned the widow. "The one thut was
Hnlf dazed with unregulated emo
tion, Jethro acted with indecision for
n moment, and the fiddle wns safe.
T'.nt ho lint! eiiiTei-e.l tlie in,li,.,,ii .,f;
being Hung like n bag of bones across
the room, and the microbe of insane
revenge was in Mm. It was not to be I
killed by the cold humor of the man.
who hnd worsted him
He returned to
the attack
Ingolby's ejes became
hard
BtiU
ess again. "Don t talk jour gyp-.
rhetoric
. ve iiou enough. . ..our'
has come thai makes it woman do
what she doesn't want to do in a free
countrj. The ladj is free to do what
she pleases here within British law,
I and the Britisli law tnkes no heed of
I Romany law or any other law. You'll
do well to go back to vour 1 oun.elia,,
country or whatever . i,. I he Indyl
will marry whom she likes. i
"She will never marrj jou." the!
Komiiny suid huskily nnd menacingly. '
"I have never asked her, but if 1
do, nud she said jes, no one could'
prevent it."
"I" would prevent it."
"How?"
"She is Romany; she belongs to the
Romany people; 1 will find a way."
lngolby bud a Hash of intuition.
"You know well that if Gubriel
Druse passed the woul jour life
wouldn't bo worth a duj's purchase.
Tho Camorra would not be more cer-'
tnin or more dendlj. If you do. any
thing to hurt the daughter of Gabriel
Druse j'ou will pay the full price, and
jou know it. The Romanjs don t love her voice shook with suppressed laugh
you better than their rightful chief." j tor, "I found it!" She pointed to the
"I am their rightful chief."
"JIajbe, but if they dou't say so, too.
jou might ns well be their rightful
sinve. 1011 an- 11 kfiuus in jour uj.
'Cake my advice nud return to the ttuil
I "r ,1"' Sv'lsv v' tlleu'8 ""' llu or-
chestrn would give jou u goon salary, jt, it did not bound so very stupid and
ns lender. You've got uo standing in t obvious either. At least that was what
this country. You cun't do iinj thing to j,mie. thought.
hurt me except try to kill me, nnd I'll
tnke my chance of thut. You'd better i The net complete novelette The
hiive u drink now uud go quietlj home IJalij Show.
In bed. Try nud understand Unit this
is n British town, and we duu't settle Any Old Job
our affairs b jumping from u ..llii A , rjnviu8t lljllIB tho i,11Kuillg
hupsodj to n knife or a gun. II-' ,,., of ,!oilt()UA ,, a fu ,,,, Sf
jerked his head backward toward the .. , . . , , , , .
wall. "Those things nre for ornament. ! U1"w f' "Wi ved it legend which
not for use. Come, Fawe. have a drink ra"' MrdenY Wanted, and taking
uml go home like u good citi.en for one ,!"K' ,"' ""' v , entered the stu
nlglit only." ,l"" house nnd said to the bergenia :
"I'll tnke thut job." (.'111 loons
(CONTINUED TOMOUltOW I Mugaziuc.
but Dorothy's Evidently a
DAILY NOVELETTE
UNDER LOCKDALE
ELMS
lly Christine Hayes
T OCKDALE foliage never seems to
get dusty ns foliage elsewhere has
a way of doing. Even in August the
elms that shade Arbor street are fresh
and cool and green. In June 1
Under these elms one June morning
Phlnens Pike took his leisurely way
toward the office of tho Lockdale News.
Although Phlneas was editor, manager
and proprietor of the Xcws, still his
way wns leisurely. In Lockdale nil
ways are.
I'hiueas wns a bachelor, a gentle
soul, inclined to stoutness, with round,
pleasant features aud round, thick
spectacles. As he went he philosophized
a little, mildly. Curious, mused
Phiiieav, what an accurate itldex to
character side porches were. Take that
one. It belonged to the 'Furnsworth
gills. .Minnie and Aggie. Guiltless of
footprint or. furnishing, it seemed iu
its nieagerness, in its immaculate aus
terity, to typify Minnie and Aggie.
Now that one over there belonged to
the Hillsons. . Fluffy little Mrs. Hillsou
had converted it iuto a sort of a suu
room, screened it in. with plauts,
chairs, niugazines and a tea table.
The Ladd .porch was given over to
business. Silus Luild was a milkman
and on his shady, screened-in side norch
i he kept only jars of milk.
This one belonged to plump little
union .uonroo. A pint rose clambered !
i up beside it. Small it was, but clean
scrubbed nnd nlwajs sunny. It was
significant that although the widow had
no dog of her own. there wns always n
dog on that porch, sketched out iu the
sun, sometimes, one dog, sometimes an
other, but alwa.vs with an air of at-i
honicness that I'hiueas found very
droll This morning it was a larc'e
rather nigged Newfoundland that
brought poignant memories of Petey.
Petey belonged to the days when the
Widow Monroe hud been Jiinip Starrett
and Phineas hud treasured hopes of
her becoming ,Iani Pike. With the
loining of prosperous John Monroe Ins
slender stock of courage dwindled and
bis hopes vunished nway, so that the
Monroe victory had been nnvasy one.
John Monroe hnd never likedUlogs. On
one occasion. Phineas rememBored with
a good deal of pleasure, Peter had bit-
j ten him.
As the editor reached the Monroe
gate Jimie came round the corner of
the house, her arms full of roses from
the garden'.
"Why, Phineas," she called, "you're
just the person I want to see."
Phineas swept off his lint in courtlv
though somewhat conscious acknowledg
ment. He could feel the back nf hi ,,eM,
...i.. . -,,,. ,,-htiimiiiiuuier vvrrriirraths.
Perhaps you remember, it Phineas."
rumens remembered it very clearlv. I
He had stared desperately at .Innic's
sapphire pin on occusions when it mlirlit
'j11'.' ,bp'11 1,",.,1' if llc limI looked into
'utile's sapphire eyes.
. "A.ml I'.1 1"tc ,0 put ntl a'1 for it in
the News.
The editor promised to attend in H.
untter, nnd with n cordial smile nnd u1
"thank von." Mi-u inm'. ,.i ,:.'
HP .liom.i ..! .. :n. ;.. i.
Aml jmmi,(ilt,.,v thrre .'" u ''
rhinons's head ...i idea of s , ch ,lrl
and initiative that he hardly lecoguized "Well. Mr. Duke." queried Miss Un
it as his own. " wurth, "any good news for us today?"
Two o'clock that afternoon found him "Y': ' knmv "" 1,mv lo sct I"'t'',"s
in Woodmont consulting with his friend to ,'""' bilt'k mitil !t utt'olllt',, a Iml)'t
Lou Davis, the jeweler. ' "i"1 them."
Lou whistled. "Talk about in..!. '
,. l,rmv,, ..., whe, that '
, wus ,,,. f( , s(l
to(jk )( fnn(iy ji.,,,'1
had it copied for her. Her ImiJi,.i
met witli business reverses tliis vear ami
that hiooeli's tine of the ii,i.,u i...
tij ing to sell."
The shadows were long under the elm'
... .............. ..... .".(, uuun lilt' Clin
trees, and I.ockilule lamps were winking!
out when I'hiueas turned in nt thej
Widow Jlouroe's gate, intoxicated both I
with pride nt his own cleverness aud
with the unaccustomed wine of spend
ing. "But Phineas," said the widow, pink
ly, when sho had received the "lost
property" from his hand," and listened
to the fanciful tale of its recovery, "I
went down to tell jou' this ufteruoon,
nut tne otnee wus cioseu. i you sec '
i throat of her gowi.
But Phineas, nothing daunted,
Iutighcd too, and cast nbout for some
pretty nine speecu, anu not lindinz it.
said something epiite stupid nnd obvious,
although Phlpeus was no siucere about
Sun - Dodger
DREAMLAND AD VENTURES-By Daddy
"THE SINGING STRANGER"
(When Peggy, Mill and i7m birds
follow a strange bird.call through the
ytcooits they find in linger is a mys
terious aid man icho is seeking a love
ly daughter.)
Snippy Miss Golden-Hair
BROWN THRUSH sang a jolly song
ns he led the second mniden through
the woods toward the cottage of the
mjsterlous stranger. And the birds
sang, oo, when they saw her, for she
was it dainty, golden -haired beauty
wiio wns pleasant to look upon. She
tripped along gully, following Brown
Thursli in his flight from bush to bush
until she was right iu front of the cot
tage. The stranger, his arms out
stretched, stepped forward.
"Little daughter," he snld, smiling
at her fairness.
"Goodness, gracious tne, who are
j on?" cried Miss Golden Hair, for that
is what her friends called her,
"I am a lonely strunger," was the
!T"''V, "l otfrioa a fa!l,er's tfmler
love if j on will come into my heart
nnd my home and be my own lovely
daughter.
Miss (Joldeu-IIalr looked at the
stranger long and carefully, taking par
ticular note of his clicijp aud much
worn clothes. Then she glanced at the
little giecu cottage. This done she
turned up iier pretty nose and snifftd.
"I want it father who wears costly
clothes," she said. "I want one who
owns a great house in the city, not a
shnck in the woods."
Peggy's e.ics blamed witli indignation.1
It was cruel of snippy Miss Golden-
Itnir t lout (lie irenUn .ti... !ti.
her cutting words. He winced as he
hn,i winced when I'lcanorc had told
him she didn't like his big nose aud
crooked bodj.
BRUNO DUKE, Solver of Business Problems
By HAROLD WHITEHEAD, Author of "The Business Career of Peter Flint," etc.
COPSTlSht.
THE
ROBLKM OF THE
RESTAURANT
NEW
A New Use for Teaspoons
mlin GOLDEN HOUR" restaurant
-L wns almost deserted when Bruno
Duke nud I got there nt 11 o'clock that
morning.
Miss Hlani and Miss Ilownrth were
both busy in the kitchen preparing for
the luncheon rush.
Mabel, the Irish cook, was giving
orders to her nssistnuts and then, ns
was her habit, executing tlieiu herself.
"Will je hurry now wid that colan
der, je good fer iinttin'?" she was say
ing to n pnlo-faoed. sickly looking
young girl. "All now, I'll get it mc
self." While she hud been giving her
order sho hud blurted across the kifclien
for the needed colander. "Sure, jer so
slow thut if je hurried jou'di bump
into yerself on the way back, so je
would."
Miss Klnm finished placing the single
blossoms with which every table wns
supplied mm witn a cunnni smile ot
welcome said:
"I'm glad jou have returned, Mr.
Flint, and hope jou hud n successful
trip."
"Very, indeed," I began, then noting
',llk!'s '"ilf smile I added, "that is, it
was er satisfactory."
Alls.. 1 1n iv nrtli intlinil no nnrl un nil
adjourned to the little office and sat
l"-
Naturally we all sat tip and took
oti''' s hp Proc-eUwI.
"I have here a teaspoon which w,
can buy for sixtj-tvvo cents a dozen ii
quantities. A can buy neatly printei
,,ox,'s ""'" to II0"' OUP spoon, nt n
price that would make the total cost
! say, six cents each.
ll10 ,V0 lU , "0r'' ""'""""j" lw
..
J!'.00'.1, as,,.
,., .
. 8 n v
I spoon us IUUUK" it "(ta mime .luiusuf.
iss Ilownrth said:
eryAtttrnctive spoon, but I
cun't see what the the idea is."
"Simple. --Just give one. to every
patron for the next two weeks. Here's
the plan in detail," he coutiuued. "We
first of nll shall use nn ndvertisement
which Bettcrly has prepared and which
I'll bhovv you." He then produced the
following :
A Golden Hour Teaspoon
(An illustration of the spoon here.)
For two weeks, beginning Monday,
every patron of "The Golden Hour"
restnurunt ordering one of our regu
lar lunches or dinners will be given
one of these tenspoous.
Make "The Golden Hour" your
dining homo uud collect n set of these
charming spoons.
"Tilt' Golden Hour" teaspoon is nn
exclusive design, made of nickel sil
ver, heavily electro-plated. But the
most important tiling nbout these
teaspoous is'thnt they bring happiness,
nnd good luck to their users.
Dining at "The Golden Hour" Res-,
tauiant Is a Happy, Healthy Habit.'
Miss Ilium read the udvertisemcut
aloud uud theu rental ked:
"I like that it lias such a whimsical
suggestion thut pleases inc." She (licked
up the teaspoon nud looked at it Icing
ami earnestly.- "I believe it will bring
hiippiucss nnd good luck to us."
t'ilrlslit t'Jia. by the Hell SmUkutc Iiu-
I'll not bo your daughter
"A father's tender love is worth more
than riches," ho murmured.
"I don't like jour shubby clothes nnd
I wouldn't live awuy out iu the woods.
I'll not bo our duughtcr," declared'
Miss Goldeu-Hnir, turning up her
nose as high as it would go.
"N'o, jou will not be my daughter,
but us jou haw; answered my call 1011
shall have a reward," said the stranger
sadly. "I know it rich man who wntits
n' child. I will send jou to him. You
will be happy, but not so hapy as you
might huc been with me. Go into the
cottage with IVggy uud Billy nnd feast
on frosted cookies nnd lemouade, while
I write a note."
When the note was written the
stranger guve it to Miss Golden-Hair to
take to the rich mini. "She has net
chosen wisely," lie paid shaking his
head sadly as he watched her go. "But
it is better so. My lovely daughter
must love me tor myself alone.
"Happiness nnd good luck," Miss
Howarth repeated softlj ; "that is what
we nll seek. Let us try this
pluu beginning next Monday, Mr.
Duke."
lie, however, shook his head. "Too
soon. We must advertise this thor
oughly nud get people eager to get
them. We could sturt distribution n
week from Monday nil night, und iu
'the meantime we must have n teaspoon
in a glass -top cardboard box on every
table iu the restaurant so that patrons
can see what good spoons they are."
"That's n good idea," Miss Howarth
agreed,
"Remember," Wnrned Duke, "this
plun wNl eat up every penny piece of
profit for the next mouth possibly n
little more; but I'm convinced that by
A SOLDIER'S BALANCE SHEET
Iwondey how ninny men like me, on
the verge of returning to civil life, nre
casting up their own individual at count
with the war? snjs a demobilized officer
in tho London Mail.
Each nian'b account .must be different
and every honest account will be inter
esting. Some htive lost heavily, others
liavo gained considerable; others who
f might be inclined hastily to declare n
deficit may find thnt n cureful calcula
tion vvill show 11 slight credit balance.
I drew up my own balance sheet the
other day. This is the result.
I lost:
Four precious jeurs in the nctivitj
which I hud deliberately chtxen.
Opportunities during these jears of
iinpioving myself uud doing good work
in my profession.
Possibly certain appointments, which
had 1 been competiug during the wur, I
might luive got.
Four jears, all but n few weeks, of
the company of my wife and children,
at the impressionable time when the
latter, were passing from childhood to
JOlltll.
Some of iny own health aud still
more of my wife's health, owing to
worry aud anxiety on her part.
A certain nmoutit of money through
depreciation of securities and rise of
prices aud a great deal of life's nmeni
ties. Many old friends, who have been
killed.
The last vestige of youth. I am now
definitely middle aged.
The light heart and the old careless
optimism with which I took life before.
Aud here is whnt I have guiued:
A fnr greater belf-confideuce und
courage, also a grcuter resourcefulness
nud power of dealing calmly with un
expected circumstances.
A new ability to get on with other
men aud u general sense of my beur
iugs hi the world.
A conviction thut nothing is impos
sible,' given energy nnd good staff work.
A far wider outlook on men uud
things than I had before aud nn in
tense interest, which shows itself espe
cially in my nttitudo to politics. I
found them dull before, but now ab
sorbing. ,,,
V knowledge of the worlds geogra
phy which only a study of this wur
could have given nud experience of for
eign lands to which 1 ould never have
afforded to travel.
A complete knowledge of'the working
nud organization of the nrniy, about
I
By Chas. McManus
The birds were sorry for the stranger.
Like Peggy nnd Billy they had come
to like his kindly eyes nnd his gentle
ways. To comfort him they began to
sing. And after a little while ho Joined
in with his whistly song. Louder and '
louder he sang, the melody thrilling,
throbbing, sobbing in tones so sweet
that the birds grew silent Its they
listened.
In the song was the stranger's lonely
call for the daughter he sought. "Come,
come, come to me, lovely daughter,'"
it seemed to say.
As lie sang the bushes parted and
a child stepped into the glado a sweet
faced child, twice as fair and twice as
lovable as the other two. The stranger
did not 6ce her, for his eyes were filled
with tenrs, and presently the song broke
nnd stopped.
Peggy moved forward to comfort him,
but the sweet-faced child waa ahead
of her.
"Don't cry, Mr. Bird Man," soothed
tho child in tender tones. "I lovo
jpu."
"You love me?" cried the stranger, "
quickly lifting his head and looking into
her ejes. "Why do you love me?"
"Because you are good and tender
aud loving. I can see that in your
ejes. I cau hear it In your voice. I
can feel it in jour touch, I have been
wntching you from the bushes for a
long, long time. I will be your daugh
ter!" With a glad cry the stranger gath
ered her into his arms.
(Tomorrow will be told how the
stranger gets a great surprise and
great happiness together, and how hit
new daughter gains an unexpected r-
uaro.)
that time a sufficient number of people
will have created tho habit of eating
here to insure n good profit in the fu
ture, nssiimlug, of course, thnt you keep
up the excellence of the meals and
service.
"But this Is not all the plan," he
added, to our surprise.
TODAY'S BUSINESS QUESTION
ll'inf is "Time Bargains" t
Answer will appear tomorrow.
ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S
BUSINESS QUESTION
A "Set-Off" is a counter-claim or
ri-oTj debt arising from a different
matter from the one in question.
which I wns entirely ignorant, and
realization of its needs.
A greater realization ot tho happi
ness which wus my lot before the war
and will be my lot again.
A conviction thnt brnins are not
ever; thing, but that courage and devo
tion are equally valuable.
A new optimism in exchange for the
old. which rests upou fnr more logical
basis.
New friends.
A boundless pride iu my couutry and
faitlt iu ni.v countrj men, if they" will
only let their own deep feelings, and
uol party cries, guide them.
LOVE'S EYES BLIND TO AGE
When Man and Woman Really Lovo
Neither Ever Grows Old
Ordinariij, we would cuss to the
limit n "peeper" or an eavesdropper.
Hut we have n confession to make on
tho first count, nnd ve would plead
mitigating circumstnuces. Here is the
story :
On a drizzling, foggy night our way
lay down n side street toward home.
Several rods ahead there was a shafi
of light, and when w'c reached tho spot
we found n window with the shade half
way up. Wickedly, but not malicious
ly, we hesitated, stopped and we
peeped.
There sat an old man nudMils wife.
They must have been well tip to the
allotted three score of years. lie waj
smoking nnd she wns knitting. Still
we peeped. Then she looked up at him
and smiled and said something. Ill
laid down n book, struggled up from
out of his comfortable seat and kind oi
hobbled out of the room, shortly return
ing uud carrj ing n glass of water, which
he handed to her. '
And ns she drank she held thl
wrinkled nud bony hand of her lover,
Then as she finished drinking sho re'
leused his hand nnd tho look she gav
him und the look, he gave tier were Iik
shafts of sunshine breaking through
the murky clouds after days of rain.
That picture has haunted us n long
time. Somehow she seems benutiful ln
our eyes, und jet we did not get a
"close-up" of her features. And he,
why ns we keep thinking of him, c
hark back to days when we once visited
it fiue old southern gentleman who pos
sessed the graces of n Chesterfield nnd
the courtesy of a Uou Juan, Then w
recall the w'ords of it poet which fits thl -caso
precisely: "Let Timo reach out
with his sickle as far ns ever he can
although he cuu reach ruddy cheeki
nud ripe lips nnd flashing eves, he cnvS
not quite reach love." '
Micn n man icnlly loves a womai
bhe will never grow old, and when l
woman loves n man ho is ueither de
crepit nor bowed nor tremulous. Sb
is the same lass he wooed, and he ii
ulvvays the same gnllunt young ullpn
who won her heart and her hand. Thej
are, absolutely equals, happy und freo. .
Thusfe two lovers nre traveling toward V
the City of Sijenee, but they are leav
ing behind a picture never to be forgot
ten, Fremout Herald.
He Tended to Other Folks' Business
The Uermuns claim to have "deliber
ately evacuated the Sllhlel salient." To
the rest of the Morld it is clear thej
were Yanked out of it.
The kaiser must now be saying, like
Achilles, "My vulnerable spot was in
Mi-Mel." London Opinion,
Their Hltcery
JJayne-tThe fjrowd'hhwed-theaiWP-' ,f
w.l
-.fMHta
-;
'$
1
x.Sl
21