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TIIIS STARTS THE STOBY
Fleda Druse, daughter of Gnbriel
Druse, of gypsy blood, shoots in a
canoe the Carillon mpins on the Sag
alao river, where It flows between the
towns of Manltou and Lebanon, in
the Canadian Northwest. She is res-
cuea irom me wjiinpuuis uciu.y "J a
iUBX AHgUlUy, U JllllilllHC. .'. h.'V
Interests, who has come to Lebanon
to unite tbi two towns and make
them the center of commerce in the
western north. On the shore she is
Insulted by Felix Marchnnd, a power
ful but disreputnoic character of
Manltou. Ingolby attacks Marcnand,
who vows rcrenge. rieim is claimed
by one Jethro Fawe as his wife,
nnder a gypsy cusicni which united
thorn in marriage when they were
children. Fleda rejocts him and a
Jealous Quarrel ensues between Fnwe
and Ingolby. Marchand stirs up a
feud between the two towns in order
to foil Ingolby's ambitions. Ills
projects are to bo wrecked nnd he,
himself, thrown into the river. In
golby, In disguise, mingles one night
with his enemies in Manltou. Tawe
reveals his deception and Ingolby is
rendered blind by a blow on the head.
Fleda determine" to stand by him.
A strange woman. Arabella Stone,
appears and tells her story to Tleda.
ANT HERE IT CONTINVES
-QEFOKE a month was gone I had
B married him," the low. tired voice
....- ,
"It was a gav wedding: nn I
went on
my father
very nappy. "' "v
, x -r u.j f h desire of a worn- i impulse was to break in upon the worn
thought I had got the ac
atf lite a noinc
time nil went well. Dennis was Ba5 -
and careless and willful, hut he was easy
to live with too, except when he camo
hack from the town where he sold his
Then he was different, because
horses, x miarrclsome
Of the drink, and he was quarr
with me and cruel, too.
"At last when he came home with
the drink upon him, he would sleep on
the floor and not beside me. This wore
upon my heart. I thought that u i
could only put my hand on his shoulder
nd whisper in his ear, he would get
h.tter of his bad feeling; Put ne .i
-" . .1 .. I..... nMr l mi".
.. j .- .m,iri not near wim '"
my Boy, still I tried to be a good wife
to Mm. and never turned my fc, to
.v nrher man."
Snndenlv she stopped ns though the'njrs- hjle ricda's heart seemed to stop
tain i of speaking was too great. Madame beating.
Bulteel murmured something, but the "Mat ried!" growled Gnbriel Druse,
nlv word that readied the ears of j ;(), n blur of passion in his voice. lie
the others was the Arabic word mati-di lie tliat rplix Marchand had followed
TJ.r nale face was suffused as she ),;, ,HUghlcr as though he were a single
..m n
Two or three times the woman es
sayed to speak again, but could not
At last, however, she overcame her
motion and said: "Po it was when
M-Bleu1 Felix Marchand came up from
ihThSeagoWCman started and muttered
harshly, but Fleda had foreseen the en
trance of the dissolute Frenchman into
the tale, and gave no sign of rarpriso.
"M'sieu Marchand bought horses.
the sad voice trailed on. "One day be
nought the mining claims Dennis had
hn holding till he could develop them
or sell them for good monev. When
Dennis went to town again he bro ght
me back a present of a belt with silver
clasps ; but yet again that night he -lent
eupon the floor alone. Bo it went on M
Marchand, he goes on to the mountains
and comes back: and he buys more
horses, and Dennis takes them to Yargo
and M. Marchand goes with him, but
comes back before Dennis does. It
was then M'sieu' begun to talk to me ;
to sav things thnt soothe a woman
when she is hurt. I knew now Dennis
did not want me as when he first mar
ried me. He was that kind of man
quick to care and quicker to forget. lie
was weak, he could not fasten where he
stood. It pleased him to be gay and
friendly with me when he wns sober,
but there was nothing behind it noth
ing, nothing at all. At last I began
to err when I thought of it, for it went
on and on, and l was too rnuua mum
I looked at myself in the glass, and I
saw I was not old or lean. I sang in
the trees beside the brook, and my voice
was even a little better than in the
days when Dennis first came to my
father's house. I looked to my cook
ing, and I knew that it was as good as
ever. I thought of my clothes, and
how I did my hair, and asked myself
If I was as fresh to see as when Dennis
first came to me.
"I could see no difference. There
was a clear pool notfar away under
the little hills where the springs cam
together. I used to bathe in it everv
morning and dry myself in the sun, nnd
my body was like a child's. That being
so, should my own man turn his head
away from me day or night? What
had I don to be used so, less than two
years after I had married 1"
She paused and hung'her head, weep
ing gently.
"Shnme stings a woman like nothing
else," Madame Uulteel said with a sigh.
"It was so with me," continued Den
nis's wife. "Then at last the thought
came that there was another woman
And all the time M. Marchand kept
coming and going, at first when Dennis
was there, and always with some good
reason for coming horses, cattle,
shooting or furs bought of the Indians.
When Dennis was not there he came
at first for nn hour or two, as if by
chance, then for a whole day, because
he said he knew I was lonely. One
day I was sitting by the pool it wns
in the evening. I was crying because
of the thought that followed me of
another woman romewhere who made
Dennis turn from me. Then it was
M'sieu' came and put a hand on my
shoulder he came so quietly that I did
not hear him till he touched me. He
ssld he knew why I cried, and it sad
dened bis soul."
"His soul the Jackal!" growled the
old man In his beard.
The woman nodded wearily and went
on. "For all of ten days I had been
alone, except for the cattlemen camp
ing a mile away and an old Indian
helper who slept in his tepee within
call. Loneliness makes you weak when
there's something tearing at the heart.
So I let M'sieu' Marchand talk to me.
At last he told me that there was a
woman at Yargo that Dennis did not
go there for business, but to her. Every
one knew it except me, be said. He
told me to ask old Throw Hard the
Indian helper if he had spoken the
truth. I was ashamed and angry and
crazy, too, I think; so I went to old
Throw Ilard and asked him. He said
he conld .not tell the truth, and that
ba would not lie to me. So I knew it
wa all true.
'How do I know what was in my
aslad? Is a woman not mad at such a
t 'Mem I There I was, tossed asida for a
flyaway, who was for any man that
would come her way. Yes, I think I
was mad. The pride in me was hurt
as only a woman can understand."
She paused nnd looked at the two
women who listened to her. Flcda's
eyes were on the world bejoud the
window of the room.
"Surely wo understand," whispered
Madame United.
The woman's courage returned and
she continued : "I could not go to my
father, for he was riding the river
score? of miles away. I was terribly
alone. It was then that M'sieu' Maroh
and, who had luibed the woman to draw
Dennis away, begged me to go away
with him. He swore should marry
him as soon as I could be free of
Dennis. I scarcely knew what I said
or thought ; but the place I had loved
was linteful to me, so I went away
with him."
A sharp, pained exclamation broke
from the lips of Madame Bulteel, but
presently she reached out nnd laid a
hand upon the womnn's arm. "Of
courso you went with him," she said.
"You could not stay where you were
and face the return of Dennis. There
was no child to keep you, and the man
that tempted you said he adored you?"
The woman looked gratefully at her.
"That was what he said," she an
swered. "He said he was tired of
wandering, nnd that he wanted a home
and there was a big house in Mon
treal."
i,a innM.i ,., i ..- -
,,tit- nuiiFi.-u nuuut'uiy upon nu Hiigry,
smothered word from I'leda's lips. A
"'S noue in .Montreal: 1 etas first
.happened just now outside their own
, bouse; but she waited.
j ,.Y(M thpr( wa(j n b.g hmsc n Mon
treal?" said Fleda, her eyes now resting
sadly upon the woman.
"lie said it should be mine. Hut that
' not count. To be fa away from
nJ
ei,e. j wns not thinking of the man,
I or carinR for hinli T wns iynf. from my
shnm(. j ,h,j not scc tUPn tle snmc t0
- Iifeh I was going. I was n fool, and
i ,wqs mml nn( ba( aso Whcn 1
aKcd and it wns soon there wns
(im(,k un,ierstanding between us. The
,,-. house in Montreal that wns never
- . e
meant lor ire,
ried."
He was nlready mar-
The old man stretched henvily to his
feet, leaned both hands on the table,
nnd looked at the woman with gloweiing
man.
I'leda saw what was working in his
mind. Since her father suspected, he
should know all. '
"He almost offered me the big house
in Montreal this morning," she said
evenly and coldlj .
A malediction broke from the old
man's lips.
"I almost thought he wanted me to
marry him," Fleda added scornfully.
"And what did you say?" Druse
COMPLETE TOWN FOR SALE;
ONCE HOUSED' SHIP WORKERS
Shipping Board Offers for Sale Small Maryland Community,
With VOX 7?c;,7c P, Wc PJ :,,. r, ,.
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ing Equipment and Cafeteria Building at St. Helena
Anyone want to buy a town? It's
a regular town, with houses, sidewnlks, ,
a power house, cafeteria, a complete
sewer system 'n 'everything. I
The housing division of the United
Coronation, has a perfectly good little
town, St. Helena, in Baltimore county,
Md., for sale. It is a picturesque little
village of 2fl(! residences, cafeteria
building, power house, paved streets j Streets of the town nre paved with
and well lighted. i concrete sidewalks, and house walks
It is on the Sparrows Point branch of' also are of concrete. They nre attrac
the Pennsvlvanla Railroad, the westerly tive lawns and shade trees. The streets
frontage of the property being within a , are lighted with 100-candle power in
few feet of the St. Helena station, and , candescent lights, placed at street in
also is on the high speed electric line tersections nnd intervening points. A
between Baltimore and the Bay Shore' complete sewer system has been in
terminal. It is ten minutes' ride from stalled.
the Sparrows Point Shipyard of the1 Parcel "B" consists of approximately
Bethlehem Shipbuilding Corporation. OS, 000 scpinre feet, nn which have been
Sealed bids, in nccordance with terms ' h"U th,e c"ft",a a,nd veT llou,e Th!
set forth in proposal forms, with sepa
rate prices for cither or both parcels,
will be received at the United States
shipping board, Emergency Fleet Cor
poration, housing division. No. 140
Xorth Broad street, this city, and will
be opened on Monday, August 4, at 11
o'clock in the morning. Bids must be
accompanied by certified cheque of bid
der for 5 per cent of offered price.
Parcel "A" consists of approximately
fifteen and a half acres, exclusive of the
strcetB and alleys. In it are the 298
houses, each having four rooms and a
bathroom. The houses are two stories
and attic, built of stucco on metal In til .
on concrete foundations nnd with slate
roofs. They are equipped with electric
lights, gas, maple floors and stairs,
front porches, shades and screens.
The houses are arranged in thirty-six
groups, with rows of four, six, eight
and ten houses to a group
Seventy-
DOROTHY DARNIT Dorothy Talks Like an Oil
f HELLO DOROTHY ( ARE VOL)'? f YES , IrA SELLING f FOR FOR A. POOR MAN SUPPOSE 1 HOPE ' WELL WHAT )
I'M VERY BUV THATS CHANCES FOR A I NMAT?I WILL. YOU TAKE ) A(IN YOU DO WILL-I Do WITH
J j ODD ) .RAFFLE ) I ) A CHANCE? ) L ) - 1 lA POORMAK?
'v. " " i c, ja tx. i ctus M'WAtit);
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asked.
"There could only be one thing to say.
I told him I had never thought of mak
ing my home in a sewer."
A gilm smile broke over the old
man's face, and he snt down again.
"Because I saw him with you I
wanted to warn you," the woman con
tinued. "Yesterday, I came to warn
him of his danger, nnd he laughed nt
me. From Madame Thlbadeau I heard
he had said he would mnkc you sing
his song. When I came to tell you,
there he was with you. nut when he
left you I was sure there was no need
to speak. Still I felt I must tell you
perhaps because you arc rich and
strong, nnd will stop him from doing
more hnrm."
"How do ynu know we are rich?"
asked Druse In a rough tone.
"It Is what the world says," was the
reply. "Is there harm In that? In nny
case it was right to tell you all ; so
thnt one who had herded with a woman
like mo should not be friendsx with
you."
"I have seen worse women thnn
you." murmured the old man.
"What danger did you come to warn
M. Marchnnd about?" asked Fleda.
"To his life," answered the woman.
"Do you want to save his life?"
asked the old man.
"Ah, is it not always so?" intervened
Madame United in n low, sad voice.
"To be wronged like that docs not make
a woman just."
"I am just," answered tho woman.
"He deserves to die, but I want to snvo
tho man that will kill him when they
meet."
"Who will kill him?" asked Fleda.
"Dennis he will kill Marchand if
he can."
The old man leaned forward with
puzzled, gloomy interest. "Why? Den
nis left you for another. You say he
had grown cold. Wns that not what
ho wanted thnt you should leave
him?"
The woman looked at him with tear
ful eyes. "If I had known Dennis bet
ter, I should hnve waited. What he
did is of the moment only. A man
mny fall and rise again, but it is not so
with a woman. She thinks nnd thinks
upon the senr that shows where she
wounded herself, nnd she never forgets,
nnd so her life becomes nothing noth
ing." No one saw that Madame Bulteel held
herself rigidly, and was so white that
even the sunlight was gold beside her
look. Yet the strangest, saddest smile
played about her lips, nnd presently,
s the ejes of the others fastened on
the woman nnd did not leave her, she
regained her usual composure.
The woman kept looking at Gabriel
Druse. "When Dennis found that I
hnd gone, and knew why for I left
word on a sheet of paper he went mad
like me. Trailing to the south to find
M'sieu' Marchand, he had nn accident
and was laid up in a shack for weeks
on the Tanguishene river, nnd they
could not move him. But at last a
ranchman wrote to me, and the letter
found me on the very day I left M'sieu'.
When I got that letter begging me to
go to the Tanguishene river to nurse
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two end houses are sixteen feet eleven
inches wide, with lots averaging twenty- '
s;x fPet wide; fifty-four inside houses
nr sIxtpn fpt ! in(.llM win. sni
170 inside houses arc fourteen feet nine
metier wide.
Lots vary in depth from
ninety to one hundred and fifty feet.
Three vacant lots are included in the
tract.
cafeteria building is one story, erected
on concrete foundations, nnd has a floor
area of about 30,000 square feet. The
power house is built of brick, and is
equipped with two ninety-horse power
high pressure boilers, with complete
auxiliary fittings.
RAIN MAY RUIN CONEY
Resort Proprietors Also Blame Pro
hibltlon for Losses
New York, Julv 22. Proprietors of
Xew York's seaside resorts declare that
if it does not stop raining soon, they
will be ruined. Seven davs of wet
ness and prohibition have cost res
tnurnnts and mangers of attractions at
Coney Island alone npproximately
ikiO.OOO. they estimated, and the loss
is still piling up Ilathhouse owners
reported that suit bathing has been
almost Klisnenried hecnisp nf the ner-
sistent downpour.
By SIR GILBERT PARKER
Anthor of "The Seats of the Mighty,"
"The Monty Muster," ot.
Dennis, who loved me still, my heart
sank. I said to myself I could not go,
nnd Dennis nnd I must be apart always
to the end of time. Hut then I thought
ngaln. He, wns ill, and his body wns
ns broken ns his mind. Well, since I
could do his mind no good, I would try
to help his body. I could do that much
for him. So I went. But the letter
to mo had been long on the way, and
when I got to the Tanguishene river he
wns almost well."
She paused and rocked her body to
nnd fro for n moment ns though in
pain.
"He wanted me to go back to him
then. lie said he had never cared for
the woman nt Yargo, nnd that what he
felt for me" now wns different from
what It had ever been. When he hnd
settled accounts we could go back to
the ranch nnd be nt pence. I knew
what he meant by settling accounts,
nnd it frightened me. That is why I
am here. I came to warn the man,
Marchand, for if Dennis kills him, then
they will hang Dennis. Do you not sec?
This is a country of law. I saw that
Dennis hnd the madness in his brain,
nnd so I left him again in the evening
of the day I found him, and came here;
it is a long way.
"Yesterday, M'sieu' Marchand laugh
ed at me when I warned him. He said
he could take care of himself. But such
men ns Dennis stop nt nothing; there
will be killing, jf M'sieu stays here."
"You will go back to Dennis?" asked
Fleda gently.
"Some other woman will make him
happy when ho forgets me," was the
cheerless, gray reply.
The old man got up and, coming over,
laid a hand upon her shoulder.
"Where did you think of going from
here?" he asked.
"Anywhere I don't know," was the
reply.
"Is there no work here for her?" he
asked! turning to Madame Bulteel.
"Yes, plenty," wns the reply.
"And room nlso?" he asked again.
"Was ever a tent too full, when the
lost traveler stumbled into camp in the
old days?" rejoined Fleda.
The woman trembled to her feet, n
glad look in her eyes. "I ought to go,
but I am tired nnd I will gladly stay,"
she said, and swayed against the table.
Madame Bulteel and Fleda put their
arms round her, steadying her.
"This is not the way to act," said
Fleda with a touch of sharp reproof.
Had she not her own trouble to face?
The stricken woman drew herself up
nnd looked Fleda in the eyes. "I will
find the right way, if I can," she said
with courage.
A half hour later, as the old man sat
alone in the room where he had break
fasted, a rifle shot rang out in the
distance.
"The trouble begins," he said, ns he
roe and hastened into the hallway.
Another shot rang out. He caught up
his wide, felt hat, reached for a great
walking stick in the corner and left the
house hurriedly.
(CONTINUED TOMORROW)
A carpet-sweeper war
"ZTlXr
A carpet sweeper, a pan of water
and an oil lamp were the weapons used
,,uriuS a luarrel between a scventy-five-
year-old husband and a forty-year-old
wife, according to testimony at a hear
ing before Magistrate Pcnnock today.
The hearing followed the nrrest of
Oddie Stovall, of 41 East Rittenhouse
street, on an assault nnd battery charge
brought by his wife, Emma. The two
are negroes.
The wife said Stovall struck her with
a carpet sweeper when she entered their
bedroom Saturday night. She was
carrying a pan of water at the time,
she said, and admitted that she had in
tended throwing it on her husband.
After he struck ber, she said she picked
up the lamp, but he hit it with the
sweeper. It broke and cut her hand.
Stovall said he only protected him
self. "She is a good wife around pay
day," he told the magistrate, "but after
thnt she is bad and abuses me." The
magistrate held the man in $300 bail
to keep the peace.
HUGUENOTS RECALLED
Berlin Harks Back to Aid In 1685 In
Plea for Clemency
Tarls, July 22. (By A. P.) A let
ter addressed to President Polncare by
the Protestant community of Berlin
asking "Democratic Trance to right its
wrongs toward the Huguenots driven
from France in 1CS5 by sparing their
benefactors, tho Hohenzollerns," i&
published today by the Temps in a
Berlin dispatch. This reparation, the
letter says, would be a way in which
France might "testify" her gratitude
for the protection nccorded the 20,000
French Huguenots who were sheltered
b the electorate of Brandenburg."
The signers of tho letter ask Presi
dent Polncare to communicate the re
quest to all the Allies.
Stock Promoter
DAILY NOVELETTE
CONQUERING JONAS
By Louise M. Addelson
MRS. BROWN was very much pur
turbed. The jar In the pantry,
which only yesterday had contained de
licious blackberry jam. was disappoint
ingly empty. Somebody wns guilty, nnd
and the guilt pointed in one direction,
namely, Jonas, the hired man. Mr.
Brown ate only moderately of jam, and
thnt at table. Jonas ate very im
moderately, nt nny time or place op
portunity offorcd. And sometimes he
didn't wait for opportunity to offer It.
He simply took it without nn invita
tion. Since his arrival it had been
found necessary to put n lock on the
Jam closet. Not that the Browns were
stingy, but Mrs. Brown's cooking was
the pride of the community, the con
cocting of the jams thoroughly hard
work, and with sugar scarce and ex
pensive the finished article was a thing
to be prized and guarded. It irked Mrs.
Brown that a man should so far forget
himself as to gratify his stomach nt the
expense of health and decency.
She mournfully stated the case to her
husband when he came home to din
ner. "The cheapness of him! To stenl
into the pantry at night nnd gorge him
self with almost an entire jar of my
best blackberry preserve! He doesn't
turn on the light, either, or I would
hnve caught him at it. Imagine eating
preserves in the dark after everybody
else has gone to bed!"
Mr. Brown thoughtfully scratched his
head. He was sorry nbout the pre
serves, but farm labor was hard to ob
tain and difficult to keep. Moreover,
its feelings were sensitive nnd easily
outraged. It was a matter requiring
a good deal of diplomacy,
"I'll think it over during the nfter
noon nnd see what can be done."
Mrs. Brown sniffed contemptuously.
She put very little faith in her hus
band's promises.
But when the farm work was com
pleted that evening and Jonas had gone
for a walk to the village she was sur
prised to find that her husband had
actually formulated n plan, several
points of which he refused to divulge
to his better half. He wns so secre
tive, in fact, thnt Mrs. Brown was
jumpy with curiosity before the even
ing wns half over. ( He made a mys
terious visit to the barn, emerging
therefrom with something that closely
resembled a preserve jar, wdiich he care
fully placed in the pantry near the win
dow which faced the maple tree out
side. "Now," lie said, in nnswer to hid
wife's questioning glnncc, "you and I
arc going to ijit on the bench under the
maple tree, where wc can get a good
glimpse of what is going on in the pan
try, until Jonas comes home. He won't
be long now. We'll see him all right
from wK'ere we sit, but he won't be
able to see us. And I bet there won't
be nny more jam eaten in the dnrk."
Mrs. Brown didn't know what it was
all about, but she agreed an how.
Whatever was coming was a novelty,
and novelties were rare on the farm.
So they took their places ucnenth the
maple and refreshed themselves in
the cool breeze of the evening. Jonas,
the Browns' hired man, had parsed a
pleasant couple of hours. He had been
to the village, taken a stroll with a
very pretty girl, who hart smiled nt
him, and graciously allowed him to
treat her to an ice cream soda. And his
spirits were high. He whistled gnyly
until he approached the farm house,
when he gradually calmed the exuber
ance of his spirits, nnd quieted the thud
of his none too gentle footsteps. Be
fore stepping on the veranda he took
tho precaution to tnke off his shoes. He
did not wish to awaken the Browns,
particularly as there might be a jar
of those uncqunled preserves in the
pantry. He groped his way in. Yes,
there it stood, near the window.
"Glory!" said Jonns, and again he
repeated to himself, "Glory!" He
looked around for a spoon nnd found it.
"Glory!" he said again in a loud
whisper. He dished out a generous
spoonful, nnd put it to nls mouth.
The next minute he spat it out with
a shuddering groan. The spoon fell
down, while Jonas felt of his stomach
to see if it were there or had gone
on a short vacation. A dose of water
from the kitchen sink somewhat re
vived him, but it was a faint and
nauseated Jonns, nevertheless, who, n
half hour later, made his weary and
cautious way upstairs to bed, while
outside Mrs. Brown looked accusingly
at her husband in the dark.
"George Brown, what did you put in
that jar? For all I know "
"Don't worry. The stuff he was
glorying ovef was merely the best brand
of axle grease."
The next complete novelette Spice
Blossoms.
ANOTHER LEGION POST
Twenty-eighth War Veterans Will
Organize Tonight
Another American Legion post will
be organized in the city tonight, when
veterans of the world war who live in
1 the Twenty -eighth Ward, meet in the
Twenty-sixth and York streets station
i house,
i The organization of the Twentv-
elghth Ward Post is being directed by
Aldelbert Hoegner, 2024 North Twentv-
I eighth street, nnd Edward A.. Taunt,
1 2222 North Colorado street.
DREAMLAND AD VENTURES -By Dadd
(The lirds Aecidt they irnnf o prf
iicni instead of a princess to rule
liirdland. Ail want to be president, so
Peggy suggests a contest for tho
honor.)
Billy Winks
"WIIAT kln'1 ot n contest shall we
have?" cried Peggy to tho birds
when it wns decid to choose the new
ruler of Birdland in that fashion.
"A flying race," twittered Homer
and Carrie Pigeon excitedly. "Mnkc it
n flying race, becauso we are the swift
est fliers in Birdland."
"Hee-haw! Make it a running'tace,
because I am the fastest runner in
Birdland," brayed Balky Sam.
"Cro-ak! Cro-nk! Mnkc It a
swimming race, for I am the speediest
swimmer in Birdland," croaked Oen
cral Croaker.
Then there arose a fresh hubbub,
for every creature in Birdland wanted
just tho kind of a contest ho could win
and not the kind nnybody else could
win.
But Billy Belgium hnd a bright idea.
"Everybody is getting mixed up, so
let's make it a mlxed-up race," he
suggested. "We'll have pare of it a
flying race "
"Choc! Chee! Fine! Fine!" agreed
the birds.
"Part of it a running race "
Billy went on.
"Hee-haw! Bow-wow! Baa-baa!
Good 1 Good !" agreed the animals.
"And part of it n swimming rnce."
Billy finished up.
"Cro-nk! Cro-ak! Quack! Quack!
Great! Great!" agreed General Croaker
nnd Wild Duck.
"You nre nil willing, then?" nsked
Billy. Now each flier, each runner
nnd each swimmer was thinking only
of his own part of the race and not
FAMINE IN CLEAN CLOTHING
ANOTHER WET ERA HORROR
Supplies of Fresh Linen Dwindle Because St. Sivithin Won?t
Let the Wash Dry In the Bach Yard
"When will I ever get my washing
done?"
"There's a whole tubful thnt ought
to be hung out to dry, but just when I
start it begins to rain again?"
"No, 'Lizbeth, you'll just liave to
make that waist do for nnother day or
so I can't wnsh with this rain. And
Henry, turn your cuffs inside out, if
they're Bhowing the dirt."
And folks wouldn't have to be talking
like this if Jupe Pluvius and St. Swith
hadn't leagued themselves against mor
tals who want to get their washing
done.
"The rain falls on tlie just and the
unjust, so the Scripture bays," re
marked one washerwoman whose trade
has been wretchedly Interrupted by the
constant rainfnll, "but I wish it would
fall a little harder on the unjust and
leave us poor workingwomen alone.
"I've got two weeks' washing in my
back ynrd, all washed, but just waiting
MAIDS CAUSE TROUBLE,
TOO, IN OLD NIPPON
Y. W. C. A. Secretary Tells of
Labor Difficulties in Japan.
Telephones Are Luxuries
Domestic service is a problem in
Japan just as in this country, accord
ing to Mnry C. Bnker, Y. W. C. A.
secretary in Japan, who has written
of her experiences to Miss Caroline
Jones, of the East Central Field, which
has its headquarters in the Wjtherspoon
Building.
"When wc find nn old man to be
janitor," Miss Baker writes, "we have
to teach him the simplest rudiments of
keeping the place clean. A new cook
frequently means that the secretary
who is serving as matron of a dormi
tory, teaching classes and doing just
a few other things must go into the
kitchen, cook the rice and wash
dishes. America certainly isn't
only place with a labor problem.
"One of our greatest struggles
been to get a telephone. A few
the
the
has
ur-
gent phones' arc given out twice a
year, but it is necessary to be right
op the spot to get one. We have hopes
of getting one of the fall allotment.
If we do not get in this sort of phono
we either wait several years nlready
we have waited two or pay a fabulous
price. As you see, telephones arc still
a great luxury In Japan."
One of the needs in Yokohama, ac
cording to Miss Baker, is for a foreign
boarding home for women who are
waiting to sail. There nre accommo
dations for Japnnese women waiting to
go to America, but many girls of, other
nationalities are stopping there nnd de
pending on the Y. W. C. A. to fur
nish them comfortable living quarters.
Russian and English girls have been
among recent guests.
ropyrlcht. 11)111, hy tho rifll Syndicate. Inc
"RACING FOR A THRONE" , N
"l in afraid 1 can't" Peggy
stalled fo say, when n wink from
Itlliy stopped licr.
of tho other parts, so he quickly an
swered "Yes."
"That's a bargain r' declared Billy.
"We will fly one-third of tho wny, run
one-third of the way and swim one
third of the way."
"nn! Ha! That will be a nanny
mixed-up race," laughed Peggy. She
tittered wdien she thought how Balky
Sam would look flying, nnd she giggled
when sho thought how Carrie and
Homer Pigeon would look swimming;
and she chuckled when she thought
how Wild Duck would look running.
And when she tittered and giggled nnd
chuckled the birds nnd the animals
thought the same funny things that
she did and they tittered and giggled
and chuckled with her. The fliers
didn't like the idea of running nnd
swimming, the runners didn't like the
idea of swimming nnd flying and the
swimmers didn't like the idea of flying
and running; but they realized that
Billy had shrewdly gotten them to agree
to be dried out. And Mrs. This nnd
Mrs. Thnt says she needs her linen
right nway, and please to hurry with
it, nnd my husband is very angry be
cause he has to do this nnd that. Well,
I canit help it! You can't expect
clothes to dry out in a cloudburst."
Folks in South Jersey, where men
nnd women arc said to make a change
of clothes three and four times n week,
nre wailing and gnashing their teeth in
n rage because they've missed their
usual week-end wash. Folks in Penn
sylvania state aren't so hard put as
that.
A dispktch from Camden states that
many of the people of South Jersey
went to church on Sunday and prayed
for a dry spell.
Some of the housewives are using
guilo to get their wash dried. They
hang it up in the kitchen and in the
outside s!ic(f. The wash dries, and the
family sneezes withal.
TONY'S SHINES LIKE
GREASED LIGHTNING
Market Street Ferry BootblacK
Uses Brushes With Swift
Syncopation
Do you know Tony Moreno?
Well, if you ever cross the ferries
at Market street you've had him nt
your heel? nt one time or another with
his little shoeblack hot, luring you to
n shine.
"Shine, sir? Shine?" he asks, and
you sit down or stand up to n shine
becnusc his appeal is so persuasive. But
the best part of the shine is not the
shine at nil. t's. Tony himself.
Less than four feet high, long trou
sers, a cap, a summer black weskit and
a round clean face, gives you a kind of
picture of Tony. And when he binks
down to the shoe nnd begins plying his
brushes and cloths he's just greased
lightning. He never wastes a move
ment. His work is like a poem in which
every word counts.
He shines and polishes with a swift
syncopation and in a wink of the eye
the job is done.
"Ten cents," he says. Then "Thank
you!" Then down the salon with his
enticing "Shine, sir? Shine?"
"Been doing .this all my life," says
Tony.
"How long is -your life, Tony?"
"I'm fifteen years old and I shine
shoe first when I am 'ten., Naw'i not
for myfeclf. I work for a man. Did
you see me ring up that ten cents?
Well, that is my cash register as well
as my shoeshine box.
"I go to school when it is winter
time. And maybe, some time, I hire
boys with the shoeshine box myself."
' Polk Sails for France
New York, July 22, Frank L. Polk,
under secretary of state, sailed yester
day on tho steamship Imperator for
France to take the place of Secretary
Lansing at the Peace Conference.
By Chas. McManus
,t
to a plan that was fair to others ai
well as to themselves, so they werw
ashamed to back out.
"Wc will start at the top of Los
Pino hill," said Billy. "From therl
to the shore of the lake will be tbJ
flying one-third, across the lake will
be tho swimming one-third, and fron
the shore of the lake to the old mill
will hft the rnnnini? nm. third."
"Agreed I Agreed!" chorused till
others.
"And because some can't fly, anu
some can't swim, and some can't run
it will be fair to go any way you ca
and get any one or anything to helri
you, just so you go. one-third by, alrl
one-third by water, and one-third bi
land," ruled Billy.
"Agreed! Agreed 1" quickly cried
nil the others, for all knew that thejj
would have to have help on some par
of the trip nnd they were.ready to gran
any advantage they could.
"We will meet nt Lone Pine hill Id
an hour," said Billy. "Everybod
Ml 1 .11 ,t.nH ,A .., .....).. -
1U IlllU 11U11& IUUI1 tU Cb ICUUjl. -
"Will I be judge?" asked Peggyt"
"IIoo! Hoo! No! No! If I can'l
win I want Princess I mean MisJ
Pcinrv to win." hooted .Til dee Owl.
"So do I! So do I!" chorused ail
the other birds.
"But how shall I fly?", asked Peggyl
"Like the monkeys do in the tropical
forests," shrieked King Bird, who wa
n great traveler. They swing alond
from tree to tree."
"I'm afraid I can't " Peggy startei
to say, when a wink from Billy stoppet
her.. Evidently he had some plan o
his own for a race through the air
and was going to share it with her
(Tomorrow will be Md how Balk)
Sam plans a trick to win.)
BRUNO DUKE
Solver of Business Problems
By HAROLD WHITEHEAD
Copyrirht.
THE PRODLBM OF THE
SMUGGLED JEWELS
Introducing Susan Maltland
TT WAS past 0 the next evenln
JL before Mamie put in an appearance
1 J1I1U gUIlt; UVII1C 1UL UIO CVCU.uk, vu
l-.l M 1 am A aw AirAHIIlA rtll
1 tounu out wnat nnppenea irom ,aiw
(Duke's man) and from Bruno Duk
titmcfllf
Duke had disposed of all work ant
was curled up In bis chair reamni
Lamb s Essays and smoking his nookan
T linl LtnH AMn a 4tsn 1 iif AHIflll
J.I. liUU ULl-Jl UUC UL IUUDU UtUOlCilUU
days and pusty winds had blown'' thij
rain in vicious swiris in an directions
JJuke and X had been out most ot th
day, so his rooms appeared extra at
tractive to him. A logfire was burnln;
fll till nncn lonrtri anrl tliA t-nnm nrJ
l ROmirlnflnAeci arnanf fnr tltn KvtV
.. .,Uut.UU...lu, V.U, J.U t"W UWJH
light of a red-shaded lamD bv whicl
ne rcau.
TTia fofnltnr nrn flfftiT Vi
rhnil fTM " L'nnr trnnifiHinn tn ft AAtnii
problem, and the heat and comfort f I
me room made him luxuriously drowsy
ms reverie was shattered by a suddei
bang, which caused him to Ktnrt. nil M
lacmties fully awake.
'ihe bang was caused by the slam
ming of the outer door of tiis'nnart
Eient. Then he hpnril AVnltor onv!nr
"But, my dear young woman, Mr,
i-mite really cannot kpo vnn tnmh
Come tomorrow."
"SaV. TOll Stlinlrl ntfvn nf Mieac vn
give me a pain. How the never mind
my near, l don't mean swear if I sa
it. How the Rnv. vnn Vnnw Xm
the iob all il.iv tin. I l.oui.lna At- n,,i.
knows I'm bringing this lady to se
mm.
"Dear Miss Cleff. nlpnso ilnn't.,,..
yourself so about me, I'm really no
ffurui ll.
The next instant, tho ,...
.f,. fcPt nml a sharp rap at Duke'
living room uoor. He smiled slight!
m uv sum;
"Come in."
Filtered then. Mnmln fl.,i,n,i j.a..i
and triumphant, her eyes flashing tmi
ii.i uosom neaving. Kne half dragged
lalf led a slin of n dpi o !.,,, .
two years old into th room tvUh t..J
She wns a pale-faced, slim girl with!
dark brown hair and Tirnwn . u.M
had a timid, inquiring look. Her mouth!
was small and ripiientniv (,.m im
lips were scarlet. flint. DSm.j ....
- ....... ....vu..,,. wu oval's
iec 10 ne natural, until one remembered!
nn- extreme pallor of her rather sunkeol
cnecKS,
She was dressed in worn 0nthati..J
weie ot an unusually good quality and
cut. Everything nhnnf I.e.- ..!. j ..
air Of duality and rinnm.n .....-. i
,-- .1. - ,.,-, - v..,., W...CPUDM
!ii ouura, wmen were badly run down
l me uceis.
"This is Mr. DnW m ... n i
, , .---, .j mwi, oai
.uuuiic, auci men turning to him, i
went on: "This is h num. i.j. -
wrote of. Mr. Dulft. Her name is Sula
.uuicianu.
Walter bad entered the room wit'
tl-em nnd was in a state of exaspera
tion nnd worrv nt tlmi.. f j .
upon bis master (who was also his hero)
........... ., lclt a proprietary right.
Duke dismissed him with a genial nod
in senc mm nway contented.
'Our friend Miss Cleff," he addresse
Y .uuuiumi, -is a big-hearted gi
who wants to help every one. If I ca
lad t ' course- I'
"Thank you. indeed I thank you, Mr.
A,' uuT x BMUIUnt nve come. Mis
Cleft urzed mo nnn T T. I i.
and and weak that I gave way-bu
i ve no money, vnn n
"Say what did I tell yoa?" Mamlel
vigorously said to l)er. "Didn't I tela
you I got a counlA nf i.....,i i u......
"d.T7:..,?!ei.n5-,1") '.ok o' opposition!
.. ...- fc.w o lute, -un, well, it's onlyl
a loan, for I know m r..i..tn .. l
Mathers of dough back"; won't you, Mr.l
He smiled nnrl cnlri .
"Suppose I hear what it's all about?"
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NO WHITE HOUSE WEDDING
Miss Wilson Denies She Shopped fo'r
Her Trosaean
Baltimore, July 22. Miss Margaret
Wilson, daughter of President Wood
row Wilson, motored from u-noi.i.,-t.
yesterday morning to spend the day in
Baltimore shonnint.-. wtmn ..... ..
ot the downtown, shops she was sur-
Wit.rla.l ...1.1. ...... !... . T.t . .
........ nliil UiuiiUmei.u mue ana net
of vnrious hues suitable for evening or
afternoon gowns. -V I
Asked if she was preparing for aa
other Whlte.House weddjug, she laugh i I
Ingly exclaimed; ' . ij
...., ., ... j-uu u nee wnai ., r
buying you would never mention wJll"fc
din." y '75l)l
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