Pwr' ''Rilr '44'6i r ,niyj('""i' ! EVENING 1'UBLIC DGER-PHILADELPHIA, WE1ESDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, -HJX9 , , ; , , . , r , "---: to 1- l&f It Iff. H ' f" l !ii III r ill i. mt.m: If I ll l 1 ft Penny of CosvrtoM, lilt, tv Tht Keitlu Lee Co. THIS STAItTS THE STOIIV Jo Gary, a young ranchman, em ployed at Top HIU Tavern, a ranch I belonging to a Mr. Kingdon In a . western state, takes a business trip ) to Chicago. There be meets at a , dance a young girl who calls herself ! "Marta." They fall In lore with j each other, but Marta refuses to , marry him. She confesses that she is a thief and suddenly disappears after leaving a note for him that she ts going to try to "make good." Jo returns to the ranch where he is met by another employe named Kurt Walters, to whom be confides his experiences while away. Kurt ad vises htm against any further 'thought of the girl, but Jo is confident she will again come to him. Kurt, who Is acting sheriff of the county, learn' from Bender, the jailer, that a young wonian from Chicago has been ar .rested for stealing and is in the jail Her name is Marta Sills. Kurt ob tains Marta 's iclense from Bender and takes her in an automobile up the trail to the Kingdon ranch. After being forced to pass the night on the road because of a shortage of gasoline he tells her he is taking tier to the best woman in the world where she may learn to be honest Mnrta tells Kurt that her real name is Penelope T.amont and that she is called Penny for short. She meets Mrs. Kingdon who receives her with tenderness do spite her admission that she is a thief. Penny and Jo meet, but from the nature of their greeting it might be suspected that they had never known each other before. AND 1IEHE IT CONTINUES HEIt uplifted face was vivid with joy her eyes sparkling. Suddenly a wave of color suffused her cheeks. "I wasn't running away!" she de clared, suppressing a chuckle. "Honest. t wasn't. It's field day. I've been doing stunts, and I just ached for h real, regular ride. It's so grand to be: astride a horse and feel the world is ' yours! When did vou come home?" """I haven't come home. J am on my way to Fowler's to subpoeua a wit -ncss, and T rode this way meaning to stop but a moment. I came over the big hill just as you rode into the ring." She stole a look at his impassive face. I "And you saw the sports'!" "Yes; and rode on after you " I 'Because you feard jour might be taking French leave? prisoner "No; this is the end of the rainbow to me. T have no desire to leave at present " They were riding slowly on. "Where did you learn to ride?" "I don't remember; it was so long ago." "That was circus tiding." "It did look like it." she said depre catiugly. "If you can ride like that, why did you leave the circus for the life " "Of a crook?" she finished. "Sup- pose I stole a horse and sold it and had to vamoose. Even circus managers don't employ thieves." "Who gave you permission to ride today?" he demanded. She pulled from the pocket of her blouse a program and handed it to him. "You see I was featured," she ex plained modestly. He read it with a frown expressive of displeasure. "Did Mrs. Kingdon know you were going to do this?" "No one but one of the men knew." "How did you come to meet the men?" "The children introduced me to one of them and I met the others at the dance. I never knew what dancing really meant until then. I've learned to pay a very gamey game. too. ( raps With n jerk Kurt brought his horse to a halt and reaching over caught her bridle as she was about to spur her horse onward. "Did you tell Mrs Kingdon every thing?" he asked sternly. "Everything 1 could icmember." she replied demurely. "Far more than I told you." "What did she say "Rhp is iroinr to talk to ion and ask you to leave the entire matter in her hands." He broke the short silence that fol- lwed. "Dancing, crap anil bronco-break- ing are not what I brought you nere for "But I've done lots of other things. too. Sewed three dujs straight, lcnrned how to make salads, heard the chil dren's lessons, picked flowers and get ting wise to home atmosphere every minute. You won't send me away?" He was scowling at the program again. "Why are you called Penny Ante? "You object to nil of my names. But this one was Betty's fault. She in troduced me as 'Aunt Penny,' and of course they put it backward." 'Who do they think you are?" "Your 'lady friend' here for a visit," she answered with the little giggle that always offended him. Then, appeasingly : "Mra. Kingdon said it would be better w ,,! -jou and she .knew who I am and why I am here at the ranch." "Go back to the house," he directed. "I'll be home in a few days." Obediently she turned her horse and he rode in the opposite direction. "Kurt Mr. Walters!" she called entreatlngly. He turned in his saddle and waited until she rode back to hiro. "There is something I want to tell you," she said, her eyes-downcast, a faint note of exultation in her voice. 'I haven't taken a thingor tried r wanted to since I've been here, and I've had lots of chances." Il'eceiving no reply, she looked up pleadingly, and was startled nt the tranaformation in his eyes, which were usually narrow, cold and of steel-gray shad, but now were dark, shining nnd full of infinite pity as they looked down into hera. .... j 'I am glad to hear it, he said Btntly. "Sou know that was why I bWJfht you here. Now you must do mora for me. You mustn't mingle with "the wen, or repeat today's program. I twit yo to be like her a housewoman. Goed-by until I come home. Ha rode swiftly away, and she Utigbed ott!y to herself, stopping s,ud- 'It isn't so funny after all- it's Myr pathetic. But a housewoman. yBSt 1 tie last thing I Trant to be Top Hill bate put novelty but I'm -tendy diet oh. me! If Ilebbj could have heaid the law laid down to me he'il he overcome with glpc. Poor old lleb! I bet he i still froth ing lit the mouth hecauv I gave him such a ne.u slip. 1 seem, however, to have only so edeil in (hanging keep ers." She tode on. her i onscicncc smiling 'her now uud then when she mailed the look in Kurt's eves. ' "I don't de-son pity fioni him or any one. she riinugnt it nine sauiv She made no mention in Top Mill of .a.:n. .( the foreman. Notwithstand ing his orders, for three ilujs she lev eled in the companionship of .lo and the men. "We musl lint vest all the linv we an." she told him. ' while Kind Knit is nnaj. Un the evening uf the found herself -watching from town. I feel like Sister third day she the hill road Aline." -he thought. "It's odd. why 1 urn wanting him to return, for when he does, my fun will be nipped in the hud It may be the feeling of n dog for its master that I have acquired for my sherill . .,i i. : . ,..x.. , , W'esl . man. .10 win uc k"'k -" cott's. 1 think I will plJ up t k-rt nml then tell him what Kind I ic- vealed to Mrs. Kingdon. Wow She turned from the window to hear the message Kingdon had just icceived from the telegraph office in town. All old-time friend had aslied him to join a partv of men at a ranch n bundled miles distant. His wife utged him to follow his apparent inclination. It'll do jou good. Vouis. I" see more of your kind again " ..i i.i.. -1 ,i,iikider it it vou didi have such good company." he aid. with i.in.etnnl smile ill Pell's direction. "' . . M ... 'llie louowioi; in'""'"!, - ,io uruve .si. i ,v-inti. Pen and the children to town; ,o see Kingdon off. When bis train had , puiitl out they went to the potolhc I anli iruucis was sent in for the mail. "A letter for you rnnnini! un to the mother.' he said, ear. "'It's Aunt Helen'-, wiiting." An anxious look came into Margaict Kincdou's eyes us she ..f. j so .,,,, niv sister wants wants me to come to her," she explained to n..n "s!hp is rniitc helpless in n siek w.ti nml Doris asks for me There , js u train east in an hour and you can , send my luggage on to inc. I'll return 'as soon as Ooris is convalescent. , "I will do all 1 can to help with j the children. proniiseu t en 1 know vou will. And Jo can stop at Mrs. Merlin's und takotier to Top Hill. She always presides in mv ab sence. She is a good housekeeper and is never disagreeable or officious." "Jo says Mrs. Merlin shinnies on her own side," added Hilly. "Jo is right." replied his mother. At the station Mrs. Kingdon drew Pen aside. "You must tell Kurt, you know. cautioned. , Pen looked plaintive, but the con ductor's "all aboard" call ended the conversation. "We'll say our prayers and our les sons like mother told us," said Francis as they motored home, "but of course we can't be too good nil the time. I am going to ride a horse, a real horse not a pony." "I am going to sit up late nights," declared Billy. "And I shall wear your clothes and DOROTHY DARN FT K Ty fcS7WJ 7X f Trail myself on honor while .Mrs. Kingilnn pla.v I am a bov ." Petty informed liitu. "Well." thought Pen. "after all these decimation of independence. I feel I must get in the forbidden fruit game, too I know what I'll do. I'll mil tell Kurt not right away, at least " Half waj to the ranch tnej stopped at Mis. Merlin's cottage. "She certainly looks the part of pin pnetj to pel fcctiou." thought Pen. us she siiiveved the tall, angular, spectu i led woman who came to the cur and whose grim features relaxed slightly after a keen glum e at the young girl. "I'll have tour children this time instead of three." she suid. 4 What would she think," leflcctcd Pen. "if Kind Kurt should tell hei what kind of a child the fourth oue is!" Itmk ill Top Hill. Pen paj'ked the luggage to be expressed to Mrs. King dou. and .lo made another trip to town, planning to go from there to West cott's. At diiiuei tune Knit ui rived anil Pen chuckled as she easilv lead hi- dismay at the situation. "He's foreseeing uud dreading all sorts of terrible things I may do or am capable of doiug. .lust because he is looking tor iiounie i nave no (ic-irc, to give it I II plav a new role and i show nnu wnai lame, gooci nine gin I can be; majbe I'll like being one and it'll turn out to be u leal reform. It would he awfullv odd if he found his pedestaled ideal in The Thief !" She was conscious of his semihing eyes upon her. She looked demurely down In a solt, subdued voice she 1 read little stories to the children, and e when their bedtime hour i aine she went upstairs with them. Later she jtdued him on the library 1 veranu.i wueie ue wus smoi.ing nis pipe, I for it was one of the lew nights when it. wjs warm enough tor such indul- .,.,.,. . ,-i1 ,, -Mis Kingdon is awaj."-she said grave ly. "I will try hard to do as you want me to do. but it will be easiei for me if vou w ill trust me." Her eyes looked out so verv struight, with none of the worldly wisdom he had seen in them the day she hud b1 seen in them the day she hud b"cn tiun-fened to hisiiurdiunship. that ho found himself incapable of harboring unj further doubt of her .sincerity . "I will," he said 1 stauchly; "I will c." trust you as sue noes. They sat together in the moonlight witliout turther converse and in tne re - posetul silence a mutual iinueistanuin was born. Presently she went inside and played sonic oiu-iiuic uns un me jnauo wun the caressing, lingering touch of those who play bj car. "Where did yon learn to play?" lie 'asked wonderingl.v . She looked up slightly startled. She hadn't heard him ionic in and her I thoughts had been fur away from Top hciHill. "I never did learn. from the piano "I see it is late. I must she said, rising play by ear. I night, Mr. Walter ft. ...,i ,. :.!., n.... " i.A .n;.i Y-;,n.. . ' He returned to the porch and pipe mm iusi ,,, ,,. , Ull-Uiiis suc n iiremns as uao ueen worn to come to linn in his younger days when he, 1111,1 h " owpuncher pure and Mm-,,; utl, ,,le bc overhead other things pie. (lathered about a roaring camp- , ,on't satisfy." file that lighted up the rough und , ' boisterous faces of his companions, he'- I CONTINUED TOMOBllOW) Pop Must Have Swore! w- ti t y o r , ! yvr r- u rs yw Cj . Ul?sl71s.. r" ,-..,..s. ,r -ri,.T tnl I vjr-f A...rs.A I t U , ft I IS V-.I IO DA DA I Wkf i By BELLE K. MAMATES Author of "Amnrllly of Clothes. Line Alley," "Mildew Manse," etc. is away later urned ,-n to hud seemed as one of them, but later when thev hud gone to well eu sliiitilwi,. iiikI It tout hnen tils tiieti lit I utinrd the Ions lines of cattle in the cool of the cottonwoods. he had used to jiaze nit the mysteries of desert moon slowlv drifting through a icriilian skv nml dieiiin a boy's dreani of the woman who was to come to him A" he grew older and came nunc into ciiiilu. t with the world he was brought to an overwhelming realization thai the woman of his dremiis did not exist The knowledge made an ache in his heart, hut tonight he wus again longing with the priiuaij in.stinct that would mil be killed-longing for' the One. Pen went to bed und to sleep The I'M day she. was u perfect model of u' Muiiig housewife. She helped the ihil-di.-u with their little lessons, tilled all the vases, trained .snmi.vin.. .....i .i with ome needlework went n.,i ,. i... - ......, ,,.,,, uirji veranda U the table she lisrnm..i il ifsponilcd interestedly to Mrs. Mmlin'.' hiomidi remarks, was genclc with the' ciiildn-n urn most nutter in- v defe ential to Kurt I Of her former banter and oquetry the childi HMviiro nun rnwe was no ttnci Aftei en hud gone to bed. she played orilibage urt, M neilin while Kurt I ,.,,,! r. papers. When she was imdre.s.siuS tliut nMit she exuiuined her sboiildeis in the mir ror very closely. "There should be little wings sprout-, mg. I wus never even make-believe goon neiori. -,e l elapse will k" "la winner when it come... if ,.0hl nK steady down to something like a nor mal life. But I never shall." She was standing pensively by a lose bush the next morning feeling nppalling Ij weary of well-doing when Kurt in his riding clothes suddenly appeared before her. "Would you like ro i ide this morn ing?" he asked. "Work is slack jusl now." With u l iish of joy she got into her bujish looking outfit and mounted, the horse he had chosen for her. a thor-I lmv- Uu' '1''''11 uMl Hliy' wlt" r"nlls oiighhred animal but one fur different likt' "r,ilu foam- tosf"'1 I"1"0"", '.'' ,.1,"' from those she. had tried out on field birches bonding nnd flashing their sil dny. She was very cmefiil not to try v01' leuvos aKnist '' 1)lllP' n,et lie to outride the foreman, or to perform "'ave a 'JpP1' S1K''.: , . ,, mij of iur marvels of horsemanship. "Yes. Manda, it surely is a godsend ! They had n long exhilarating ride over ! Clinch the bargain quick! Back to the foothills, nnd she felt the hlno.l town? Never! This is the most beauti- ienping again in her arteries nt the turning from the comfortable channels I of house life into the lure of the open. i ot nouse lite into the lure of the open was ncver m,.ant fr indoors,' I S!. thought. "I think I can stand it up hero n while longer if he'll sivei me more of this exercise." ' Tllut Ilijllti as t,iey sat ,n the li brary alone, he lost his habitual reti cence and talked through her guid ance of himself and his life. "Does it satisfy you always?" she asked. "Wouldn't you like the power of ruling fates and fortunes in a city way?" "No." he replied, almost fiercely. "When a man has circled the herd and risen in his stirrups to throw a 1 I !.., -...I n.nfnl.n.1 , t. ...,, l. ,t... ..I..1.,- , ,. l.llllll atlO IXIlLliril tlll,MIM lilt! L o upstairs. i.ooilMjJ. (h(j ,.ght of p,,,,,,,,;,.,, notl,inf, ,,lse calls to him quite the snme way. couldn't endure to live a bottie'd-up cfiiililn I pnilnrp to lifpt!u iifp 0f cities. Men of my kind nrc brantcti ; they may wander, but , ... , pom0 ,,,.,. Af((r , . intirnntP ,..,,, ...:.. ,i, moun. C4W DAILY NOVELETTE SAMUEL'S CONVERSION Ity Lillian P. Leonard tfQt AMU-EL !" Sn.mu-c-1-1." A shrill, imperious cry rang out on the hot, sultry air. A man, bending over, fill ing in the soil over seeds planted in little hills, slowly mid inn jerky fash ion, like n sprlngcd mechanism, rose to a strnlght posture. Ve-s!" he trtfd to call back, but Ins voice broke on the high note Into n cackle. Sticking his hoe handle into the ground he began to hobble along be tween the newly planted rows, (Jiving it glance up to the sun, lie muttered: "Taint noon; wonder what Mandn Hants." The sun was broiling hot and the field was long, and he made his yvnv, slowly. '".Hamu e ," broke off ns Samuel i-nme within sight of the woman stand ing in the doorway. "Well, father, jou do look tuckered mil Come in where it is cool and 1 will get you a lemonade right away." "What ilo you want, Manda?" Sam uel spoke querulously, and sank into the chair -Manda placed for him. "I mn't afford to run to the house right in the middle of my plnntiitg. and 'tisn't noon yet. The rest of that row left un covered won't have u seed In it, when I set hack. Cosh hang those blackbirds anyway." "Now jou just sit here mid lest your self. Samuel, while I gel the lemonade. No wonder you arc about gone, up since t !" Manila's voice whs crooning, not much like the shrill blast she bud let out when she called "Samuel!" c l ,.i.,.i ;..i.s ,t. ..!,,.!.. o,l i moodily nml silently a.mthcmnti.cd he "back to the land proposition. It hud been Mnuda's doing five years before. These two niddle-nged town people had kept a Inodest notion store, which netted them a very comfortable living. But Mandn had been born in the hills and there came a time when a great nostalgia possessed her, then this . . v ..... n. , - farm had almost dropped from the skies j into their hands at a specially attractive i price. Selling their store, they had farm had almost dropped from the skies clinched the bnrgain. But time had racked and vwcnchetl their soft, unused muscles until the beauty of the place had been lost in the hard work neces sary to carry on the producing. Help was a priceless unknown commodity impossible to find. Manda clime smiling from the kitchen, with a tnll. thin pitcher of amber liquid, from which came a refreshing tinkle of ice agiinst glass, in one hand, and in the other mi onen sheet of paper. "Well, father. I've good niV.s for vou. mid you just take your time in getting back to work; let the black ',. I birds have n treat on us this tune. Samuel squinted over the rim of the glaf which, with deep appreciation he was slowly empty iug: (nod news, is i it possible? "Yes. You letneniber Alf -Ilocker? His father owned the farm next to wheie 1 was born. Well, Alf has written ns and inude n proposition which 1 think would he wise for us to accept, and to accept before they have.. a chance to change their minds. He" , t.ns been recently married, mid ins farh- er's farm goes to the younger brother. so he womleted how we were geiung along with our bargain. Knowing the j s-carcitv of help lie wished to suomit i a plan to us winch we could tnue up or leave. He wishes to erect a bunga low at his own expense on the farther part of out farm and take over the ffiini work under vnur supervision at salary to be agreed on. "Later, if the plan works out all right, he proposes to buy the farm, we retaining this house and whatever land we desired. Or if we wished to re move to town, lie would buy the whole place outright. His wife also wishes to help me icrtuin days of the week. Samuel, it'.i a godsend to us! Just think then we could take a few minutes to live." A slow smile hnd spread over Sam uel's face :. he lifted his eyes to the lovely- visla seen through the wide wiu- ! ful spot on God's earth, and we'll stay hcie! Wh-e-ee! I feel like throwing I the rest of the seeds to the birds!" "I'm doubly glad. Samuel, because I brought you into this and it has been bitterly hard tor you especially. Ann VOU lllive ueeil u liciirci uni-n iirvi-i lu blame me with as much ns a word all the time." "1 know, Mnnda, but 1 have been mighty guilty in thought. But now I am glad jou did get us in and as-you are now getting us out of the objection able part, why guess 1 can forgive jou." "Let's clean up and take the car and run into town for dinner, then go out to tAlf's and settle the matter on the jump." "Let's!" and Samuel rose as- though twenty years had fallen from him nnd affectionately laid' his arm across his ! wifp's shoulders with a tender pressure , as she stood loomng out ot me screep- lool. She turned and looked nt him with tears of joy and relief iu her eyes. The next complete novelette "Peg's Sacrifice." 711 OsPTTmi . ki-J s DREAMLAND AD VENTURES-ByDaddy "TIIEMAGIC VIOLIN" (All Birdland is mode lorroictil ! the sad music of a young violinist. Hilly seeks to inalte the sad player a glad player, but himself comes under the spell of the wailing violin. This happens fust at a time tchen Penelope escapes for a brief happy hour before marrying an old rich vtan.j Hollo to the Rescue A S BILLY'S violin joined in the wall "" of the sad, sad violin, the animals howled with woe and the birds screeched and shrieked. "There, see what you have done," hooted Judge Owl at Peggy, as it she were to blnme, when it had been bis own idea that Bitty try to turn the sad player into a glad player. "Oh, what in the world will we do now?" sobbed Penelope. Peggy was sobbing, -too She just couldn't help it, the music was so very, very sad. But Peggy wasn't going to stay sad if there was nny way to remedy matters. "Come." she said to the others. "We will rescue Billy Belgium, and then we will stop thnt sad, sad violin if we have Ito sic Johnny Bull on the player." "That s the right idea. promptly growled Johnny Bull. "Just let tnc get tny teeth set in that sad young man ami he will he n lot sadder than he is right now." Peggy ran on nhfud and Penelope land the birds and animals followed. j When they came to the shack of the i young musician. Hilly was already in 1 side, and they could hear his violin swelling the strain of the sad, sad violin, i Peeking within the door, they saw Billy Manning oesioe uie young musician ' P'aj i"g off .l,e( same sheet of music. THE Author of "The Business Career .My Partner the Bank --,. -. TJI-; KKPT a rctai XJ fortunately the r. ctail stori; but un- retail store barely kept him. For some time lib had been slipping slipping slipping. The credit manager of a large jobbing house wjio did a good-sized business with h i m noted with growing concern Ihnt he ceased to take his discounts and was gradually becoming slower and slower in unyirig;. and finally sent some money "on account. " "That tells me a whole lot." hi confided to the sales manager. "He's hard pushed, but he's honest. He's doiug the best he knows how. 1 guess it's up to us to try to save him. I'll end for him to come mid see me. When the retailer received a letter from the jobbing house asking him to call it once to see Mr. Keen, the credit manager, his heart just floppid over. "Here's where I get off." he groaned. I'liat same day he presented himself jr. Keen, worst nt once determined to know the He brought along his i,nls ns desired. "Humph." thought the retailer, "that joesu t sound much like ucimtnisteriiig tue deathblow. I wonder what's do- ;,, He soon found out. The credit man ager quickly brought out the fact that he had been buying much too heavily nnd had tied up too much capital in merchandise. "You must reduce jour stock 25 per cent," Keen advised. "Buy small lots even if you pay more for them. Keep the variety of goods, of course, but only u few of each. Don't let any salesmen beguile you into buying a 'direct ship ment' or a Vase lot' jiiHt to save a trifle in price." "Yes, Mr. Keen." the retuiler tneek- 1 ly acquiesced. I "And, most important of all, take all jour trade discounts. The usual terms are - per cent ten days, thirty days net. That 'J per cent may easily ! make the difference between making I good or making an assignment." "Oh, conic! Mr. Keen, a paltry '1 I per cent is haidly worth bothering I about. Besides, it's worth while losing the discount just to have the use ot the coin a bit longer. Besides, if one hasn't got" the coin there's nothing else to do." "Paltry '1 per cent, eh? We'll see. Listen; you really borrow the money from your creditor und give him the discount for the accommodation, don't TOU .' . "Something like that, Mr. Keen," he half agreed. "The difference between ten days and thirty days is tyventy days. You pay 2 per cent for twenty days' accommo dations. Thnt s so, isn t it : "I guess so." "That's I! per cent a month, isn't lit?" I "Ye-e-es." "That's 110 per cent n year. Am 1 right?" The retailer just gulped and nodded his head. "Aren't jou a fool to borroyv money from your creditors for 30 per cent a year when you can get it from the bank for 0 per cent. The credit man did not wait for a reply, but went on. "You can't pos sibly innke anything but a failure if you 'try to run your business on capital bor rowed at 30 per cent a year and that's Copvrleht. 1019, by the Hell Syndicate, Inc. i ... i A " ' '"" ' '" ' ' ' '"'l There was Johnny Hull at the door "My, wouldn't that young man be handsome if he weren't so sad look- ,lng?" sobbed Penelope, gazing through her tears at the doleful musician. "Yes. but It's awful the way he makes us all cry." wept Peggy. ''He is just ruining Billy's perfectly lovely, sunshiny disposition.'.' And so it seemed, for Billy's usually bright and cheerful face hnd turned ns sour ns that of the sad musicinn. 1 "Wc must get Billy out of that be fore he is beyond all help." declared Peggy. She walked up to the door and called to Billy, but be only shook bis head impatiently at her and went on with his playing. It was plain that he was so deeply under the spell of the sad, sad violin that he no longer cared to get out from under it. Penelope ndded her entreaties to those of Peggy, and the birds and animals joined in begging Billy to come back to them, but Billy only looked more BUSINESS DOCTOR By HAROLD WHITEHEAD of Peter Flint" and "Bruno Duke- what you do now on nil overdue counts." "But the bank wouldn't lend me money." "Why not. if we trust you for $2."0f of unsecured merchandise, the bank could trust you for the same amount, if secured by your mrte, back of which is your business. Ever asked the bank to help yo.u?" "No." "Then do so. That is what banks are for.- Banks are or should be partners in all the enterprises In the community. No bank can exist as a mere depository of funds. Take your balance sheet with THE READER'S VIEWPOINT Letters to the Editor on Current Topics I Subject for Travel Talk lo 1Ue Editor ot the KveiiiW t'llbtic Lfdort : Sir I am a constant reader of Mr. Morley's "Travels in 'Philadelphia" mid enjoy them immensely. Has lie ever described " Woodward Onrdctis"? If he has. perhaps it was before my time (I am quite youngr. and I would like very much to see his word picture of this beautiful place. The Woodward (Jardens are on a private property on the Creslieim creek, und are open to the public most of the time. MAHY ANNE .MARTIN. In Morley's Tracks To the Editor ot thr Kvrnlao Public Ledoer: Sir As I read Mr. Morley's article ill tile EVESISO PUllI.rC liEIHlER this evening I could but marvel that there exists in,tlu gay old world another being with the same unexplained hankering for Delaware avenue and her courses of the deep blue sea. I have read that article, not without a shudder at his references to those "medicated vegetable cigarettes," as I, too, am enjoying ( ?) n return of that great fall exercise. By the way, is he thrown into a state of speechless frenzy when some well-iiicuiiing friend or ac quaintance innocently mentions that you have a bed cold? But to return to the subjects of ships. The very day that he was thrilling his soul on the A ennonia, I had been spend ing about twenty minutes gazing at her from the unsatisfying point of vantage of Delaware avenue. I had also spent a precious quarter of nu hour watching the roygh -and -ready crew of the Mag gie A. Howlett as they reefed her sails. It is quite possible that I have stolen a march on him in thnt respect, as I deduce from his article that he merely saw her tied up to the wharf! In the same edition of the Evening Pt'm.IC liKliow. I read that the rutted States shipping board steamer Mack inaw yvas towing a distressed ship into Halifax, N. 8. As I had had the greut pleasure of tramping through her holds, tiptoeing through the officers' quarters, climbing to her bridge nnd otherwise invading her various parts to my heart s content just a few days before she sailed from Pier ,"i3, South Wharves, for Liverpool, you can judge how important 1 felt on rending the Item. I cannot help but feel as though sonic member of the family has just done some wonderful feat; in fact,' it requires great self- control to prevent myself from rushing I out into the highways and byways and By Chas. McManus S3 sour and his playing became sadder than ever. "1 know how to stop him," whls-i pered Itollo, the monkey, and with that he crept around to n window near which Billy and the young man were standing ns they played. "So do I," growled Johnny Bull. , "That sad musician is my incut." t At that moment Billy paused In hlc' playing while the young man turned the mu.sic. Quick as scat, Hollo, the monkey, leaped through the window and grabbed Billy's violfu out of his hands. A second grab and he had the" sad, sad violin f the young musician. Awny he dashed back through the win dow and up among the trees. With a cry of dismay, Billy raced to the door to chase the monkey. Balky Sam jumped around and sat down right in his path and as Billy rnti from the door Billy Opat leaped forward and butted. The shock sent Billy Belgium sprawling on Balky Sam's back, and Sam, lurching lo his feet, galloped awa toward the council hall. pl'lip rnnnir tllltRiiiilltl f.rlnit otiF nven 1....I-. ll.... i,l ,.-.. u, ... , Sfl luuut-i inuu ljiiiy wuen nis vionn was snatched away, and there was a snarl of rage on his face. His snarl wa met by another and more fearful snarl, however, f)r there was Johnny Bull nt the door waiting for him with eager jaws, looking us hungry ns if he hadn't eaten In n week. The shd musician caught one glimpse of Johnny Bull's jaws, then away he went through the woods ns fast as he could run, with Johnny Bull snapping nt his heels mid trying to get n grip on his trousers. (Tomorrow will he told how th sad violin plays a different tunc.) -Solver of Business Problems" ac-jyou thank goodness your books arc In fine shape and tell the bunker what I've told you. Now, to Iielp you, we'll i lot all the present account stand over for sixty days. Then vou must start paying us on it at tiie rate of ?i)0 a month. I'll charge you 0 per cent per year on it. That will give you a chance to turn around. You have a good business and we want to help you to make good. If you make the bank your partner by borrowing from it the money to enable you to take all rash discounts you'll soon have a real busi ness." -CONTINUED TO.MORIt.OW) 7'or acceptance and publication ml litis column letters must be written on one side of the paper, deal toith topics of general current interest and be signed with the name and ad dress of the writer. Xamcs will be withheld on' request and confidence inspected. A'o manuscripts will be returned unless accompanied by suf ficient postage and a special request to this effect. Publication involves no indorsement by this newspaper of the sentiment cd-pressed. jVo copy right matter will be included nor will religious discussions be permitted. shouting that all may hear that "I've been nil through that vessel." 1 wish Mr. Morley could have had my pleasure of meeting Chief Officer For sythe, u typical Scotsman, who sagely remarked that "Philadelphia only thinks she is n t'hreestian city." My, how quickly blank space disap pears when one writes on-a pet subject! CLIFF V. FUIKL. Philadelphia. September fi. Burlesquing Chrlstopnen Morley To the Editor of the Kvcnlito Public Ledair; Sir: 111 tne golden iiiieruooii oi n late summer day, we wandered west ward along Parkins' lane toward fhe, precipitous nud rocky hills beyond, , , which lure the nature lover again and again to the instant yet ciear view; (friend Bliss volente) of the Fiery Sphere in its Famous Flop. Passing the quaint dwellings of the humble residents of the Lane, descend-, nnts for the most part of n home-lov-. ing. ground -tilling peasantry from old England, wc chanced upon a house of n later period than its fellows, from Lthc threshold of which emerged a fig ure, strangely familiar, carrying an nlso strangely familiar book. Follow ing this figure, which preceded us to ward the Lane's end, we observed that it was indeed the lissom form of oi,r favorite lunch -counter's most popular. lady-in-waiting, and the volume which 51 she bore, although our identity could not conceivably bo known to her, our own humble verses. s we ruminated pleasantly upon the sonl-satisfjing benefits accruing from our ramble, a light breeze arose which sent the early -falleu leaves yocddylng nlong the road. The great red disc rested a moment on the divide of yonder farthest hills, filling the blue loft with a final blaze of dazzling glory ere the hue softened and' multiplied into mi infinity of tone throughout the evening sky. A small object attracted our gaze to where it lay upon a roadside boulder. Could it be what it appeared? A few short naccs brought it within reach. "Ah, 'tis true," thought we, laying hold on it,, "Another's loss, but- our gain." For it was iudeedau unused pipe-cleaner. HUGH MEtm. "Beauty Corner" Girls. Honored M To the KHUor of F.vcnlno J'ubHo t.edaert Sir Those of the fair sex yvho are fortunate enough to hnve their pictura in the "Beauty Corner" of the EywiNfl Puiimc Lkihier lmye additional honor bestowed upon them by the Jewish AVel fare Board, which is placing each one. of them upon their dance list. Bcliv. on, the dance list of the Jewish V?& fare Board means not only heltfnj men who are still in the service, ?2 hnving a good time as well. The Jewish Welfare Board contfetts, regularly, dances nt its headquarters, 1010 Master street; nt the navy yard,? on board battleships and at Wynriefield' Country Club, 03 well as" Saturday afternoon outings at Neshoinluy Falls, Girls on tlie Jeyvisji Welfare Board dance list are regularly invited to thess functions, us well as to enttrtalu e listed men. . ' JEWISU WELI'AIWJ BOARDj. t I LW- ' ii- 1 1 II, v. . i ,,n i i .. rf A V . ft, fj! ,, rt, " ll- - '9 S A ) 9. ff' R V
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