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I CepTrlsM. 1919. bjr Itabttt M. MeDrldn ft Co,
THIS STARTS THE STOBV
A dinner '-party Is betas ncldT a'
the homo of Colonel and Mjs. Icd
yard In Eastopolls. Among the guests
are their daughter, Trlxy ; her friend,
ii.tw rv..vl(.- Wemlle Braddock,
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8 Neely Swarthmore and Mrs. Alice
ii it..i. i,.... Ur,tnrf tho arrival of
(3 Mrs. Hartshorne It Is revealed,
Jl through a discussion among the others
1? tit i,or Mstorv Is one of mystery.
A t . i. ....i.ni ManMnn f mnde of
Alicr uci mwu, """" .
the release from prison of the. presi
dent of the Blverton bank after scrv-
- ing four years of a twenty-year sen
' tence because of conversion of tho
bank funds. Under veiled questions
i from the others, among whom are her
J defenders as to her past, she sud-
t denly Is seized with a violent head-
oM, Rl, refeets Braddock's offer
I to escort her home, after promising
& to come to n dance Mrs. lcdyaru is
giving n few nights later. Swarth
moro leaves with her. He calls the
next day and tells her ho loves her.
She promises to marry him in a few
days. Mrs. Hartshorne sees a face
at the window which terrifies her.
" The significance of her fear is not
revealed to Swarthmore. It is
K brought out that Swarthmore has
cheated in the matter of government
contracts. Braddock is to dine with
Mrs. Hartshorne that night at her
annrtment. Constantly with Mrs.
Hartshorne Is a French maid named
Matildc. The morning after the
ilanro xrhteh nrnves very successful.
il' Bcbe finds Trixy lying motionless on
her bed.
J AND HERE IT CONTINUES
t,lt(fll, IT'S you, Bebe!" she said
laiULIJ. X- 1. U1US4. wav uu
r dozing."
3 "Did you have a bad night?" asked
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$i the other, perching herself at the bed's
?J foot and cuddling down into the silken
i coverlet. Without waiting for a reply
s she went on :
"It woman t surprise
f me if you had, nfter all the champagne
you drank nt supper! lou so seldom
, touch it, and yet last night I saw you
i take glass after glass. It didn't affect
. you in the least, I'll say that for you,
J dear, but I was sure you'd have a
5 frightful head this morning."
V "Yes, that must be it, of course;
; the champagne!" Trixy spoke almost
J eagerly. "Bather disgraceful, isn't it?
( And yet do you know I wasn't con-
scions of what I was drinking; I felt
F narched with thirst and it was iced and
f pleasant. But where are the papers?
j Do ring for them, Bcbe." nid your hand on his arm, but he shook
t, "I've been yawning over them in my jt off as though he didn't recognize jou
- room." Bebe uncurled herself reluct-. wasn't even conscious of your ex-
antly. "They've given the affair ajjstencc. You turned nud stood looking
write-up like the opening of the opera nfter him, and one glimpse of your face
season.
"There is nothing nothing
Trixv's face was averted as she
"Nothing but the after-the-war po -
litical stuff. What should there be?"
"Then never mind; I don't want toj
see them," she hesitated. "I fancied,
there might have been a flurry in j
stocks. Father has seemed worried
I lately."
'The market is steady enough.
You'd better believe I looked at it first
f'of all! If the bottom falls out of it,
i away goes little Hebe s alimony, ob
j served that young person coolly. Then
her volatile thoughts reverting to the
previous evening, she exclaimed :
, "Wasn't the jazz band wonderful?"
"It was atrocious!" Trixy shud-
f .l.i.a.1 "Tt- enettiu n, flinMfrti T climil.l
never get the sound of it out of my
Mm!"
If) "It was a bit noisy. But that leader,
Fjallory himself! He seemed to play
jjV'lycnty things at once besides the big
5 Brum, and each of them made a different
slam-bang racket, nis hands simply
flewl"
J "I didn't notice him particularly."
f "Well, I did, because in the midst of
I his craziest antics that melancholy ex
f presslon of his never changed. It's n
; pose, of course, but it made me think
. somehow of 1'agliaccl. However, Trlxy,
( if you don't mind my saying so, I
6 think your mother used poor judgment
I in stationing the band so near the con-
g Bervatory. People can t carry on a
j satisfactory flirtation in pantomime, and
1 you couldn't hear yourself think in
there!"
"But you know -what a crush It was ;
i mother wanted to leave as much space
!as possible for tho dancing." Trixy
spoke with an obvious effort. "What
was that?"
I "What?"
. "I thought I heard a noise out in the
? street." Trixy Bank back again into
'i her pillows.
"Your nerves, darling," Bebe as-
sured her comfortably. "But what do
J you suppose happened to tho conserva-
tory door last night? Freddie Gnylor
j and I tried to get in there after supper,
but the door wouldn't budge. Did it
" stick or did jour father lock his pre-
cious orchids away from the common
. herd?"
"Oh, it stuck, I fancy," responded
j the other carelessly. "The key has been
I lost for ages."
j "Mrs. Hartshorne looked stunning,
i didn't shc?" Bebe chattered on. "When
I she decided at last to emerge from her
shell, she burst forth in a blaze of glory.
I'll say that much for her. Did you
ever nee such a ravishing string of
pearls? It's funny she never exhibited
them before."
f She paused ns If for encouragement,
i but none being vouchsafed her, she asked
suddenly :
"Where was shc at supper, by the
way? I don't remember seeing her then
M or afterward. When did she go?"
"Why do you nsk me?" The cry
- seemed wrung from Trixy at last by hci
. tortured nerves. "Why do von keep
? harping on her? I've endured all I can,
i Bebe! Don't dare speak of her to me
again!"
"Good heavens, Trixy, you look sav
age enough to kill her "
f'A-ah!" Trixy covered her lips as
if to stifle the sound which issued from
! them.
t "Oh. well, U you feel that way, I
i sunnose I had best go back to my own
I room 1" Bebe shrugged. "I'm going to
J, tell you one tblug", though, for your own
3 good; you're showing your hand too
5 plainly. If we hadn't played nround
together since we were babies I wouldn't
J speak, but I hate to see you making a
: , fool of yourself! Goodness knows we've
? no secrets rom each other. I told you
S , t when I first fell in love witn Hamilton
if T'A ' and you were my mhid- of , honor at the
W i wedding. And you knew all about how
' 1 happy I was then and how wretched he
f le'me Jater! Don't you suppose I
J ntllM how ypu. feel about ts'eely
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know that he jilted you for "
"Bebe, will you go away, please?"
Trixy sat up with Hidden strength, her
'tawny eyes (lashing. "Will you leave
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me to myself for a while? T told jou
I could not endure any more!
"Of course I'll go!" Bebe sprang up,
offended. "Only others besides myself
may have observed jou Inst night when
jou two met face to fare in the hall."
"What do jou mean?" the other de
manded. "I was bitting out n dance on the
stairs with Freddie when Neely fairly
rushed from the ballroom, withu per
fectly fiendish expression on his face,
and started like a mad bull to jam his
way through the cn,nn to the cloak
room. It mut have been about half
past 11, for we had two dances more
before supper, I remember. Neely came
face to fnc? with you and shouldered
; i,:, wnv nnst without a word. You
I just then would have given away the head and shoulders of Mrs. Hartshorne, J'10 De,, n"d as he moved briskly toward broidcrcd things for afternoon nnd beau
else?" whole situation to any one who wasn't who nppearcd to be lying face up- ll I'ose exclaimed softly : j tiful evening gowns hnd followed each
spoke. 'quite blind!" Bebe pnused, and then Ward upon the. floor. The hair wasi 'I'oor Mrs. Ilartshorno! I can't be- other in varying succession, until Tlill
added: "You used to be so proud that
I hate to see you humble yourself be-
fore 'any man, least of all Neely after
the way he has treated you ! You'll have
your chance for revenge, of course, but
J cu haven't spunk enongn to tane it,
because you care too much. He'll come
crawling back to jou soon, never fear!"
"How do you know?" Trixy's tone
was steady and oddly repressed. "What
makes jou say that, Bcbe? Why should
he come back now?"
"Never mind whnt I know!" Bebe
stuck out her little chin obstinntely.
"Everybody thinks I'm a chatterbox,
but I know enough to keep out of mis
chief by holding my tongue once in n
while ! He'll come back, but oh ! Trixy,
don't tnke him on ngain ! I married
a handsome rotter nnd I know what I
went through ! I couldn't bear to see
jou suffer that and worse than that
when the truth is out."
"What truth!" Trixy wns white to
the lips. "I don't know what jou ore
keeping from me, but this I do know:
if Neely Swarthmore ever dared to
to make love to me again, if he ever
dared even to approach me, I think 1
should die of disgust and horror and
loathing! I don't want 'revenge,' as jou
call it; I only want to forget thnt he
ever lived ! You are right. I have been
a blind fool, but my ej-es arc opened
now. Care for him? From the depths
of my soul I abhor him!"
Weeping hysterically, she flung her
self back upon her pillows and Bebe,
her own resentment forgotten, had all
she could do to comfort her.
At that moment Hose Adnre was
mounting the steps of Mrs. Harts
home's pretty little house. She rang,
and this time there was no delay; her
hand was scarcely off the bell when
the door flew open and Matilde, the
usually taciturn" Frenchwoman, stood
before her.
The maid's sallow face was even
more pale than was its wont, but her
ejes glittered with suppressed excite
ment and her bosom rose and fell rapid
ly with her panting breath.
"I have been waiting for you,
Mademoiselle Adare! You are late!"
She drew the wondering girl .within
and closed the door softly.
I hnd another appointment and I
thought it wouldn't matter; that Mrs.
Hartshorne would probably sleep late
after the dance. Thnt is why I didn't
telephone; I wns afraid of disturbing
her."
"Come up now, "if jou please." Ma
tilde turned and led the way to the
staircase and Hose followed, puzzled bj
the woman's manner no less thnn by a
vuiue feeling of oppression which swift
ly assailed her.
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"Oh! Is she really dead, officer?"
Where was Jenny, and why did the
usual silence of that well-ordered house
hold seem increased n hundredfold,
deepening into something strange and
sinister nnd forbidding?
They paused before Mrs. Hartshornc's
door. Hose raised her hand to knock
when tho Frenchwoman stopped her.
"It will do no good. Look through
the keyhole, Mademoiselle."
Hose drew back, her round eyes fairly
starting from her head.
"What do you mean, Matildc?" she
whispered. "Something something
dreadful has happened to Mrs. Harts
horne?" "I fear that she is very ill," the
woman responded slowly as if choos
ing each word with care. "She must
have fainted -when she returned from
the dance. The door is locked, and 1
cannot mnke her hear me. Look,
Mademoiselle!"
Without more ado Itosc stooped and
ncered through the keyhole. The next I
instant she recoiled and her handbag
fell to the floor.
I'lirmipli the nrifiee she hml heheM the
arranged as it must have been on the
previous evening and the mnrblelike I
neck, encircled by a string of huge
pearls, arose from the shimmering satin j
of a marvelous dance frock.
"Shc shc Isn't!" The word would
not come
las had fainting spells be-
asted for hours." Ma -
,
"Mndamo has
fore which 1
tilde shrugged
"But we must get help immediately!
Why didn't you do so at once when
jou saw her lying there?" After the
first shock the girl's alert brain had
rencted and shc gazed sharply at the
Frenchwoman.
"It wns only a moment before you
came that I myself looked through the
keyhole, Mndemoh-elle, nnd I thought
that jou would know best whnt to do.
Jenny and the cook, they are impossi
ble, they know nothing, and I preferred
that jou should be here." Matilde hes
itated, then added in cool significance.
"You see, Mademoiselle, it may not be
a fainting spell, after all!"
With a coldness at her heart, Hose
seized the handle of the door and shook
it violently, but with no result. Then
backing off a few steps she hurled hei
lithe joung strength against it. The
door did not even quiver. The next
instant Hose wns flying down the stairs.
She tore open the front dour and
stood for a moment on the steps gaz
ing up and down the quiet street. A
physician's landaulct stood before the
house across the way. Motorcars were
coming and going, and n delivery boy
went whistling past, but there was no
sign of that which she sought.
With an innrticulate mutter of ex
asperation Hose sped down the steps
nnd toward the nearest corner, heedless
of the curious glances cast after her.
She had ncarcd the intersection of tho
aenuc when a blue-coated figure hove
in sight, sauntering along In apparent
nlmlessncss. He quickened his pace
.when he perceived the approaching girl.
Officer! Hose exclaimed breathless
ly. "Vbu know Mrs. Hartshome's
house, No. 130?"
"Certainly, Miss." His tone was
tersely interrogatory.
"Come quickly, ploaw. There's trou
ble there!"
The front door was open as she had
left it. Speechlessly she pointed up
the stair. The Frenchwoman still cow
ered in the hall before her mistress'
room, but Hose gestured eloquently to
the kejhole and the policeman looked
through it.
One glance was sufficient. The of
ficer hacked nwuy nnd then lunged
forwnnl, his huge shoulder meeting the
door with a crashing impact. It strain -
ed ut the first onslaught, bent under the
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force of the second and the third burst
its lock and flung it back, sagging
drunkenly on it? hinges.
The policeman entered, with Hose
close at his heels and Matilde behind
her.
Mrs. Hartshorne lav
if asleep, snve that her lids were not
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Then who locked the door nnd took
uwiiy me Key: shc demanded. "Oh,
is she really dead, officer?"
"Been dead for l?ours," he responded
ns he rose from his knees h;.i n,
recumbent form. The eirl nnte.1 lf
he had removed his cap. "Where's
jour telephone?"
Matildc indicnted Hw rit..!n i...i. I
"lve """ sue niu tt herself! Matildc
'10" can you be so unfeeling? Mrs
'inrtshorne thought you were devoted
t0 l,ef; om' 3"ct now you seem almost '
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wuld have followed mndamo to!
the end of the earth!" the woman re-
j 8Pnded with suddenly nroused fervor,
'.1 ,vou.!? lmvc Bunrded her from all,
harm with my own life if thnt had been
necessary. But If she has killed her
self, what would you?"
Hose had no time to ponder this
enigmatic speech, for the policeman
turned from the phone with nn ex
clamation of impatience.
"Can't get any action here," he
grumbled. "It must be switched off
downstairs. Go nnd turn it."
As Matilde, without a second glance
nt the still form of her mistress, left
the room to obey he approached Hose.
"You don't belong here, miss, though
I've seen you come nud go often. Whnt
are jou doing here?"
Hoe explained nnd added her ersion
of the morning's trugic discoery in ii
shaking voice, her tearful ej-es return
ing ns though fascinated to the still
countenance of the dead woman.
"I can't think why she should hnvc
done it!" she concluded with a sob.
"Mrs. Gnylor, the client I've just come
from, said Mrs. Hartshorne looked sim
ply wonderful at the dance last night
and 'radiantly happy.' Those were her
very words! Why should the poor
thing have come home and shot her
self?" "The telephone extension is con
nected now," the cnlm voice of Matilde
announced from the doorway. As the
policeman turned once more to the in
strument beside the bed Hose raised her
eyes from the dead woman to the liv
ing. The suppressed excitement with
which Matilde had greeted her on her
arrival, the apprehension und dread she
hnd evinced before the closed door, had
dropped from her like n cloak when
the actual fact of her mistress's death
wns established. Why was relief
rather than grief suggested by her at
titude? If she would have been willing,
as she asserted, to give her life for Mrs.
Hartshornc's preservation?
Her obvious lie recurred nlso to in
crease the perplexity in the girl's mind.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Dies of Self-inflicted Wound
James Hankin. of Chester, who shut
himself late Thursday night while de
spondent from Illness, nccordiug to po
'ice. died Into Inst night in the 1'res
bjteriun Hospital. Hankin hml been
visiting his dnughter, Mrs. Frank I,.
T'oiil North Preston street, near Lan
caster uveuue.
.line rKMc.i aim neneatl. the hand, -;:Uh phocbpi Mrs. Carter's niece,
whir I, rested quietly on her breast a nn00 '", -, .Tlln(t whr shc arrived
IZ inVI,frbtnV,1 nTnT'- Tl" ""-la stranger o them nilup to tonight.
, ' , u' I nicest girl he'd ever met that first day,
A-nh! Madame has killed her-wlipn arriving nt noon, shc found the
M-lf. came from the Frenchwoman's rcst 0f the house party gone for a
lips. J here was nn incongruous note, tramn. nnd n picnic, nnd he, her nunt's
almost of exultation in the cry. Rose!"" ' t neighbor, had taken her out in
whirled upon her, her own eyes blurred hi" canoe on the lake for the afternoon,
tears. tnneht her how to paddle the canoe.
--.- ".'- -,- -.- cprchl. 11)11), l,y the nfll HjndlcMe, Inc. By CIltt8. JrlCMaTlUS ,
DAILY NOVELETTE
PHOEBE'S FINE
FEATHERS
Uy Annette Green
T AKESIDE, the beautiful summer
home of Mrs. Carter, gleamed like an
enchanted palace In the moonlight,
while from tho brightly lighted ball
room came the strains of music, min
gled with the sound of dancing nnd
youthful laughter. Everybody seemed
happy, except one. From the shadows
of the upper balcony overlooking the
bnllroom n young man .jvatched the gay
scene below with n frown. And as he
caught sight from time to time of a
certain fairy-like figure among the
dancers, a look of almost bitter pain
swept over his fine features.
"Why, Phil, my dear boy," ex
cfaimed the hostess, spying the watching
figure in the shadow as she strolled by
with another matron. "Aren't you
dancing?" He answetfd haltingly that
he had n headache ; didn't feel up to it
tonight. "I'm afraid you young people
stajed out on the lake in the sun too
long today," replied Mrs. Carter.
"What a pity! And this is rhocbe's
last night here, too."
Phoebe's Inst night! Phil knew that
only too well ! And again searching her
out among the dancing throng, he fol
lowed the lovely girlish figure in silvery
chlfTons with longing eyes. Muttering
an excuse to Mrs. Carter about getting
some fresh air, he turned away nnd
left the balcony, followed by his hos
tess' voice bidding him come back later.
Avoiding the gay groups on me ve
i i .1. t.t tfivjMl rrr 4Vi
rnnda, 1'hil made his way through the
shrubberv, and dropping down on a
bench hv the shining lake, gave him
self up to his bitter thoughts. With the
strains from the ballroom ringing faint
i.. , i.:.. .nm tin plnKiwl his ees to
motionless as1;... .. i. u-i-ht mnAnlMit nml wrnt
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nt'or tn ins mum uiv u. uu " """
and the memory of her in her simple
blue gingham dress, with her golden
hair blowing about her laughing face,
enmp hack to him tonight so clearly
'that he groaned nnd buried his face in
'his hands. For he had never seen her
in anjr,simple gingham gowns again,
Chic morning dresses nnd sport suits
nurreef vnehtinir costumes, lacy eni'
gave up all hope of ever daring to nsk
her to share his love and fortunes. Even
to his uninitiated masculine mind
Phoebe's clothes spelled much money.
He had nn idea that his month's salary
would not have paid for the silvery gown
shc wns wearing that evening (and he
was quite right).
Well, it wns madness to dream of ask
Inir such a uirl to marry a young archi
tect just starting out in business; that
wns all he could Uo dream, w ltn a
sigh he got up from the bench and start
ed back to the house. He would hnvc
one more glimpse of Phoebe s beloved
fnee hefore she went out of his life for
ever, although the sight of her, so dear,
jet for him so unattainable, would be
only one more pang. He found a place
nt one of the ballroom windows where
he could look in unobserved. He wns
searching nmong the dancing couples
for Phoebe, who seemed to have dis
annearcd. when he heard her name re
peated just inside the window. Some
one was talking nbout her to n group ot
guests, nnd before he could move away
Phil was rooted to the spot in stunned
surprise. "Phoebe?" the gossiping voice
went on, "Oh, my, no; All tnose stun
ning clothes she's been wearing Mrs.
Cnrter gave her, all of them." "She
looks charming tonight;, where is she
now?" asked a second voice. "I saw
her going townrd the garden all alone a
little while ago," the other replied;
"she'd taken off her ball gown and had
on that old gingham thing she wore
when she first came,"
Phil turned away from the window
just ns Mrs. Carter laid a hand on his
arm, asking if his head still ached.
Strangely enough, his headache was
gone, and replying to her kind inquiries
with ill-concealed haste, he vaulted
over the verauda railing and dashed
around the house toward the garden.
The ne.t complete novelette Ned's
Imagination,
ACID FUMES KILE TWO
Workman Dies Trying to Sav
Another In Point Breeze Plant
Two men were suffocated in a vat
which had contained sulphuric acid In
the plant of the Atlnntic Hefining Com
pany, Point Breeze, late yesterday.
They were I,ouis Wlntowick and John
Zirkowski. Their addresses nre not
known.
The first man fell into the vnt.
KirknwHki leaped in to rescue him.
While other employes looked ou, help
less, the two men were overcome by
the fumes and died shortly after. The
bodies were recovered by workmen
guarded by gas masks.
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DREAMLAND ADYENTURES-ByDaddy
"THE RUNAWAY BRIDE"
(A Penelope it nooiil to ie Mar
ried, to Jonathan Cath, the ugly rich
nan, the h carried aicav by Ilal,
her lover, teho if aided by Peggy and
Billy. Then Jonatktn ! Vend
ope't Aunt Prue rhnto he runaway
in a tioift motorcar.)
Two Weddings
TTAIVS auto, In which he was bear
lng away Penelope, the lovely bride,
sped along so fast thnt It was like a
streak of moonlight. But speedy ns it
was, the motorcar of Jonathan Cash
was speedier, and just as the town wns
reached the loud hum of its big engine
came to the cars of the runawnys.
"Faster! Faster I" cried Billy.
"There's n clergyman's house just
around the corner." He knew that
Penelope and Hnl wanted to get married
"before Aunt Prue nnd Jonathan Cnsh
caught them. Around the corner whirled
the auto, skidding halfway across the
street. It came to n sharp halt, in
front of the clergymnn's house.
"Ah, ha! Now I've caught j-ou!"
yelled a hoarse voice, and there beside
the auto was the very same fat police
man they hnd nearly run over when Hnl
first started to the rescue of Penelope.
"I'll teach jou to scare me Into fits and
send me tumbling head over heels,"
added the policeman, and he seized Hal's
arm.
Penelope gax e a cry of dismay. That
seemed the end of her elopement, for in
another moment Aunt Prue and Jona
than Cash would be upon them.
But Billy's wits worked faster than
the rich man's auto traveled.
"Here comes a terribly swift speed
ing motorenr. Stop it!" he shouted.
The fat policeman could hear the hum
of the other machine. He didn't wait to
urgue, but jumped into the middle of
the street just as Jonathan Cash's car
roared around the corner and hatted.
MOORE CAUSES BUSINESS
BOOM AT ISLAND HEIGHTS
Week-End Home of Mayoralty Nominee Radiates Optimism.
Native Prophet Sees Great Future for "Humpy
Island Heights is now a suburb of
Philadelphia. Why?
Because it's the week-end home of
Congressmnn-Mnyoralty Nominee J.
Hampton Moore.
Ty Cobb mnde Augusta, Go., famous,
Colonel Roosevelt plnccd Oyster Bay
solidly on the mnp, Mnrk Twain put
Hannibal, Mo., in the nnllonni lime
light, nnd so it remains for one Mr,
Moore, of Fourth and Spruce streets,
to add greater height to Island Heights.
A new era for the resort is already
under way.
Optimistic Wae
A wave of optimism is everywhere
nppurent. Hotel proprietors nre pre
paring to enlarge their hostelrics and
n new big hotel is a possibility.
Those interested in the welfare of the
resort base thejr hopes on the fact that
Mr. Moore, In addition to being the
prospective Mayor of Philadelphia, is a
national figure. His many years in
Congress and his achievement in bring
ing nbout the existence of the Atlnntic
Inland Deeper Wnterwnys system
they declare, will mean thnt his home
will be the objective point of scores
of visitors.
Hotelkeepers look forward to many
deleeations. as well as private citi
zens, visiting Mr. Moore. Furthermore
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lliej unve nopes iiiul iiuiii. ni-uia in
be staged there. In view of, the pic
CLERICAL APPOINTMENTS
Following Are Transfers Made
in
Philadelphia Diocese
The following Catholic clerical trans
fers and appointments have been an
nounced :
The Hev. Henry J. McFnll, from the
Church of the Inimnculntc Conception
to the Cathedral of SS. Peter and Paul.
The Hev. Jnmes L. Gildca, Vhaplaln
ot the Philadelphia Protectory for Boys,
to the Church of the Immapulate Con
ception. The Hev. Joseph A. McGonigle, from
the Church of the Holy Saviour, Lin
wood Heights, to the Philadelphia Pro
tectory for Boys.
The Hev. William F. Gaughan, late
chaplain to the Sisters lit St. Charles's
Seminary, Ovcrbrook, to the Church of
the Holy Saviour, Linwood Heights.
The Hev. Joseph Gazdzlk, from St.
Cnsimir's, Mnhnnoy City, to St. Mary's,
Conshohocken.
The Hev. Albert Kulaway, from St.
Mary's, Conshohocken, to St. Cnsimir's,
Muhanoy City. (
To Get French Citation
The first man to receive one of the
official certificates of citation by the
Fiench army to men "who have been
cited for heroism but have not becu
awarded the Croix dc Guerre is to be
Sergeant Walter J)avis Butler, of this
city. His certificate, signed by Geuernl
Petnln, has been received at army re
cruiting headquarters, 11145 Arch street.
It is the first one received and it is'
understood that ninny mote are ou the
way.
"All, ha, now I've caught you."
"You're arrested for speeding,"
shouted the policeman to Jonathan, and
nt once hot words began to fly back and
forth. The runaways didn't wait to
hear tlicin, for as soon as the policeman
let go of Hal's arm they jumped from
the auto, dashed up the steps and into
the house.
The clergyman was sitting up late
writing his Sunday sermon. It took
but a jiffy for Hal and Penelope to tell
him they wanted to get married, nnd
another jiffy for him to marry them,
with Peggy and Billy acting ns brides
maid and best man.
Just as the wedding wns finished the
door burst in nnd in rushed the fat po
liceman, Jonnthan Cash and Aunt Prue.
"I'm Jonathan Cash, the rich ninn
who is going to marry Penelope. Arrest
that chap!" shouted Jonathan.
"I'm Hal, the musician, who has al
ready married Penelope," nnswered
Hal, and nt once he began to play his
violin. Sweet as the music had been
before, It was ten times sweeter now,
nnd its charm held Aunt Prue, Jonn
than and the fat policeman fast in its
turesque surroundings of the Heights
nnd the ample wnter space of Barnegnt
bay, many believe that a convention of
the waterways association nnd many
more yncht' race meets nre not nn ex
travagant hope.
Predicts More Honors
"I don't see why we shouldn't name
one of our big nvenues after Hnmpy
Moore," said Ned Swnrtlc.v. one of the
popular fishermen at the Heights. "I
have grent hopes for that joung man.
He is n congressman; he's going to be
Mn.vor, and I'll just tell jou, he won't
stop there, either."
S'ed pnused to undo a tangle in his
fishing line. When it hnd been straight
ened he ndded in very serious tone :
"You know the Mayor's, office is
light neir Broad Street Station, an'
Broad Street Station isn't a grent dis
tance from Hnrrisburg. t
"I wouldn't be surprised that some
of these fine days you'll see joung
Moore" boni ding one of those trains an'
not comln' back till he's spent four
j ears up in that main office in Hnrris
burg "Now jes' you write that down on
jour notcfi on this day of September 20.
HUH, nnd look nt it nfter Hnmpy has
finished his Major term."
It can be said, incidentally, that Ned
is regarded as the best prophet at the
Heights. Two or three men started in
business nt Ned's suggestion, and say
they have never regretted it.
MAN LOSES LAST OF FAMILY
Death of Boy Scout Leaves Father,
J. M. Rose, Alone
Edward Hose, the thirtcen-jear-old
Boy Scout who died from injuries re
ceived when he was struck by a speed
ing motorcar, will be buried today.
He is n son of James M. Hose, OS
Heger street, and was the last survivor
but one of his family. The elder Hose
is a world war veteran. His wife died
in January, 1018. Four j-enrs previ
ously his nine-j ear-old daughter, Ger
trude, died, and in 1008 he lost a year
old son, Benjamin Francis.
The boy's funeral will be held at 2
o'clock today, from the Heger street
house. He will be burled as a scout,
with services at the house by Troop
No. 7, and at the cemetery by Troop
No. 177. Hev. Charles Eldred Shel
ton, pastor of the First Cougrcgntionnl
Church of Germantowu, which Ed
ward attended, will officiate.
Hospital Wants More Books
T)nlti nml tnVR for the children. mn-
fnzines for the older naticnts und rend
t
ing matter for the nurses ns well, arc , ,i0Wn they were so sorry to have to do
needed by the Municipal Hospital for ,t A , j k , ,
Contagious Diseases. A member of ,. .,. .,,,, ', j, . ' , h , ,,,
the woman's advisory board, Mrs. ord ' nut, with such an air of su
Henrv C. Bojer, directing 'attention to "Priority that 1 hud hard work not to
tin' fact thnt tu the nature of the cusu
both the patients und those curing for
them arc neeessnrily much Isolated nud
therefore lonely, said yesterday that
she will undertake the delivery to bo.
hospital of nny articles left nt the Hed
Cro'ss headquarter.. 1U07 Walnut street.
jteiWv1 'ip4 1 - ''.W"- ?&
ir '
n it ..-
t
power. First wns a love song of rnrn A
beauty, and then Hal broke Into n happy .'
wedding dance. It wns so merry that
even Aunt Prue could not resist It, and
soon 'she was smiling and jigging with
Jonathan Cash, who couldn't help grin
ning back at her. And when Aunt
Prue smiled sh looked almost as lovely ,
as Penelope, though much older. And
when Jonathan grinned he lost his ugly
frown nnd became almost ns -handsome J
as Hal,
Jonathan looked at Aunt Fruo's
smile In pleased surprise nnd his grin- 5
became broader. 7
"My, j-ou look as sweet to mo ns '
your niece, and I'm sure you would
make a better wife than n younger
bride. Will you marry mcr' he said,
"Of course I will," promptly an
swered Aunt Prue. "That will be per
fectly prim nnd proper."
"Then let's hurry back to the castle
nnd finish up the grand wedding feast,'1
jigged Jonathan.
"And we luvlte Penelope and' her Hnla
to feast with us," smiled Aunt Prue?;
"And they can bring their friends,
Peggy nnd Billy."
So it was arranged. They motored to
the castle, where the wedding party nnd
the clergyman were still waiting. They
had the procession all over again, and
Jonathan married Aunt Prue. Then the
feast was served, n wonderful, wonder
ful feast, at which Hal played music
that mnde every one dance with delight.
And in the end he played again his
lullaby. And as he played Peggy nodded
and nodded until she wns fast asleep.
And fast asleep she stayed until she
woke up in her own home in the morn-,
Ing.
f icrt week's story Peggy and
Hilly have' another trip to Santa
Clans land iplurc tliti are the
guests of the Wild Geese.)
THE BUSINESS DOCTOR
By HAROLD WHITEHEAD
"Anther nf The Unfitness Cnrfsr of
Trier
mnt" mm 'iintno llukr
HoUrr of IlUfllneH
rohlemi'
A' Hint to Buyers
rplIIS is meant principally for the
professional buyers for retail stores,
but it carries n good idea to all of ns
who spend money; from the wealthy
purchaser of n swagger automobile to
the youngster who gets "a loaf of bread
for mother."
The buyer who gets the best value for
his money is the one who knows sales
manship. He can then "sell" the sales
man the idea that he's n good fellow to
do business with.
Some buyers get nil swelled up with
the importance of their job. They lose
their perspective. Then they treat the
talcRiucji who visit them ns though they
were lowly menials.
Such buyers remind me of the queen
in "Alice in Wonderland." You re
member thnt if tiny one displenscd her in
the slightest she cried "Off with his
head." "
If those naught.' buyers could only
hear whnt the salesmen say of them!
Their pride would be ns puffed up, as a
punctured tire.
If" you nre u Uujer, treat the sales
men who call on you with the courtesy
and respect they deserve. You need the
salesman just as much ns he needs you.
He's not there to beg any favor from
you, but to give you nn opportunity to
exchange so much money for its equal
Milue in merchandise.
(Of course, 1 know you. friend buyer,
who lead this always do this but pass
the Idea along to some of jour fellow
buyers who urcnot ns thoughtful as
i '
I recall customers whom I wns gladl I
to see. They gave me such a kindly! (
human greeting that nny self-respect
that I had lost during the tough inter
views of the day wus restored to me.
And it paid them n handsome cash
dividend.
Sometimes I hnd a clearance lot or
n special bargain. Did I offer them to
the buyers who lacked the first princi
ple of decency in dealing with sales
men ?
The answer is NO ; not by n jugful. ,
I always divided those extra special
bargains with those buyers who wero
gentlemen. It often menut that a quits
small buyer got a bargalu while his bijj
rival got left.
Don't forget that the salesman can
do and will do all the favors he can
to those who treat nun with the ra-
spect his calling demands.
Ever heard the buyer snap out
"Nothing doing. I'm busy," and thenTfl
turn ungraciously away and leave the
salesman? lie may want nothing, but
he could have said It decently.
I knew some bujers from whom it
wus almost a pleasure to be turned 1
"iuij innu u.
I've been n buyer myself, but the
memory of iny selling days uhviys
helped me to he us human 'as I could
t0 Uu, mliesmen calling on inc. '
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J" . "' . ,P. I, f' t X. '?' !
v ... ... ... ,,,, ,iv niiiii-n M iirii nuitio
ausjere duino sniuis out n teqnest to
her nud assumes n attitude that dnres
the girl to be civil?
Thank goodne-is. tho professional
buyers are much better than they used
to be, Taken as u whole, they lire a
Hup lot of fellows, but there arc u few ,
it who need swatting. J
Next time you buy anything try buy
ing It with ii smile It's astonishing
how quickly the salesgirl or the snle(
mini responds to the warmth of n cheery
greeting nnd how cigeiiy they'll try to
get )ou what you wunt.
(TO BE CONTINl'ED)
POST-WAR ROMANCE
Aviator and Nurse Meet In Canada
and Are Married
Miss I.nuri June Morean nnd Fred
Jlmulcr, both,. former Philndelphlansl
nave been married ns the lunar ot a
poHt-.wnr romance. Miss Morgan waii
n nurse nud lived at !S.'I8 Addison
street. Mr. Braider was an Instructor
of economics In the Wharton School of
the university ot Pennsylvania,
During the war Mr, Bre'mlcr was; a
nnval aviator. .Miss Morgan was '
wnr nurse. The two -met on-,a catnyiag 'J
trjp In uarthern pntarfo, and, ivn MP
, !fi',4i- :