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Copnltht. 1919 by th Public T.erlijar Co.
Copyright. 1010. by nobort It. JlcllrWo & Co.
THIS STAIITS THE STOttY
A dinner party is being held nt the
home of Colonel find Mrs. Lcdynrd.
Among those present nre their dnugh
ter, Trlxy: her friend, Hebe Cowles;
Cornelius Swarthmoro, emiic urnu
dock and Mrs. Allison Ilnrtshorne.
airs. Hartshorne's past history Is
clothed In mystery. In her presence
mention is made of the release from
prison of the president of the IMver
lon Bank after serving four years of
a twenty-year sentence for conver
sion of the bank's funds. Mrs. Hart
shorne suddculy leaves under the pre
tense of a severe headache. She is
accompanied by Swarthmore. who ex
presses his love for her and obtnins
her promise of marriage. She sees
a face at the window which fills her
wlfth terror, the significance of which
b not revealed. She is lounei cieau on
the floor in the morning by her sus
piciously acting French maid. Ma
tildc. Detective Paul Harvey ami
other officers arrive on the scene. The
officers believe Matilde U concealing
Information from them. Harvey
brings out various facts by the ques
tioning of servants and other wit
nesses Mrs. Hartshoriio's peculiarity
In keeping large sums of money loose
about the house; her carelessness with
her jewels. Hnrvey asks Hose Adnre,
social secretary, in close touch with
Mrs. Uartshornc's friends, to assist
him in unrnveling the mystery. Brnil
dock admits to Harvey that it was he
who sent Mrs. Hartshorne the ?.!-,-000
pearl necklace, that she promised
to be his wife and that an antagon
ism exists between him and Swarth
more, whom he accuses of unscrupu
lous business methods.
Miss Ledjnrd is accused by Harvey
of the murder because of jealousy, hue
denies the accusation, but admits that
Mrs. Hartshorne was killed at her
mother's home and that she had the
body removed in the middle of the
night to the woman's own home.
Harvey hears from Miss Adarc what
happened at the funeral.
AND HERE IT CONTINUES
rpHE coffin was down tho center
1 aisle, in front of the altar, with
a fow big set-looking floral pieces
grouped around it. The service -had
started and the choir was chanting
when an old man tottered dpwu the
aisle past me toward the altar. He
looked almost seventy, toll and stoop
ing, with sennt white hair nnd the
palest face I ever saw; like wax, and
deeply lined. I shouldn't have noticed
him particularly but for the way his
watery eyes were fixed on the coffin
with a stare as if he were walking in
hb sleep, no kept right on until he
stood beside the casket and laid his
tremblinc old hand on it. An usher
came from behind me and led him back
and he looked rather bewildered.
"Doctor Perrine was eloquent in her
praise, but you could see he wasn't
any too pleased to be conducting the
service. I'll wager he wnq shaking in
his boots to think of what the woman
he wns eulogizing might turn out to'ultation.
have been or done before ever she set "Is this Mr. narvey? This is Mrs.
loot in his aristocratic parish. I fsuicy , Cowles speaking. Mr. Hnrvey, would
others were thinking the same tmng, j you find it convenient to call on mo this
for once somebody in the pew just be- , evening? I have some some Informn
, bind' me laughed right out; not loudly tion. which I think would be of value
bjltAa 6ort of scornful, derisive chuckle. , to you."
"I looked around quickly to see who "Yes, Mrs. Cowles. I shall be glad
It could hnve been. There were two fat to hear what you have to tell me, but
women in the pew, an old man with nis
mouth open and his hand cupped be
hind his ear, a girl scribbling away in a
note book, an old lady sniffing nnd eat
ing peppermints, a dark, thin, young
man with a smooth face and bold
black eyes. He gave me a bhnrp look
and I turned nround again; but it was
easy to see they were nil just there irom change your whatever opinion you
curiosity. may have formed. Can you come
"Atter the service was over I went soon?"
out and waited in the vestibule ns you "In half an hour, Mrs. Cowles."
told me to do. Jenny nnd the cook. On his arrival, he found tho lady
came out together, talking so busily I pacing the floor in unconcealed per
they never noticed me, nnd though lturbation. There was no attempt at
stood there until everybody had gone, I pose as she offered her cold little hand.
didn't see a thing more that would have
Interested you, Mr. Harvey. The people
all seemed solemn, but there wasn't
one who looked as if that death meant
anything to them, one way or the
other."
"It was good of you to have fol
lowed my instructions so exactly, Miss
Adare." Paul paused and glanced at
har. "I wonder if you would be willing
to help me still further? There is
something thnt only you can accomplish
for me "
"Oh, what is it?" She halted and
turned sparkling eyes upon him. "I'll
do anything in the world that I can!"
"Don't promise rashly," he warned.
"What if I should ask you to renounce
for the time being the principle on
which you have built up your business;
to carry, not to seek information, and
to do it blindly without even knowing
tyhy? Would you be willing to do that
In order to help me get at the truth?"
She eyed him uneasily. "Just what
Is it you want mc to do, Mr. Harvey?"
"Gossip!" he replied briefly. "I
want you to gossip most outrageously ;
to enrry such a tale as will makf- the
hair of your client stand on end! I
cannot tell you ray reasons, but it is
vitally important that a certain bit of
news should reach Mrs. Cowles without
delay. You would not be telling any
absolute falsehood, for the story you
would repeat has a solid basis of fact.
It will not make any trouble for you
if Mrs. Cowles is discreet, and I think
I can promise that she will be ; she will
have the best of reasons for not per
mitting what you tell her to go any
farther. Will you do this, Miss Adarc?"
i She drew a deep breath.
"It's asking n good deal, Mr. Har
vey, for I vowed that I'd never let a
tattling word pass my lips in business.
i tut if, it really is going to help you
find the murderer of Mrs. Hartshorne,
I'll chance it. What is it that you
.firm me to tell Mrs. Cowles?"
Well, for a start, you might reveal
certain of your own private affairs. You
f have made a conquest; a young man
is crazy about you, and for all he
i ' thinks be b clever, you can wind him
around your little finger and make him
tell you everything he knows." Paul
- smiled, "That young man is myself."
" "Wbattl" She flushed scarlet and
I "eyU him in blank amazement.
'"He b quite er official," he laugh
ed, "Don't you sec? You have cajoled
,me into giving you my confidence, tell
ing you things about the Hartshorne in
vestigation that the newspapers don't
dream of. If you only dared tell Mrs.
Cowles, she would be the most sur
prised person on earth! Now, if I
lead the lady aright, she will move
; t ..heaven and earth to find oufwhat you
kuow."
ri'I eeeMtose U slowly. The flush.
fearf dicd'wwy.. "And what is jt that'
'33tiYlt!..vrM witf
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dcred, not In her own homp, but in tho
conservatory nt the Lodyards, during
the dance."
"You can't mean It!" She caught his
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I mill us il iu su'.iuy iutsi'ii, ju, .ii.
llnrvcy, that s not the trulli, is ltr
"Yes, Miss 'Adnre. Please say that
was why the conservator door was
locked at midnight; don't forget, be
' cause it vas Mrs. Cowles who dis
covered and rcmniked upon that closed
door. Tell her, too, thnt the body was
removed secretly to Mrs. llartshorne's
home after the dance, that I have abso
lute proof of all this, and ask her if
she noticed anything strange u Miss
Ledjard's appearance or manner."
"Miss Lcdyard!" Hose gasped. "Mr.
Hnrvey, don't tell me she knew any
thing about it! I can't believe it, I
won't! It's too horrible."
"It was Miss Ledjard, her butler
and the chauffeur who took the body
Lome," he explained quietly. "But what
I want you to impress on Mrs. Cowles's
mind is that I nm on the point of ar
resting Beatrice Lcdyard for the murder
of Mrs. Ilartshorne. She must believe
that absolutely ; that is my whole ob
ject in asking your co-operntion in this.
Mrs. Cowles must be sure that I am
convinced of her friend's guilt."
"But you're not." lloso eyed him
shrewdly. "I can scarcely believe it
yet, thnt she was the woman Miss
Ila.Mic saw from the window, hut even
if she is, there can't be murder on her
soul '. You nrc not going to arrest
her!"
"That may be necessary. If your little
talk with Mrs. Cowles docs not have
the result I hope for," he responded.
"You can realize now how important
the task is, which I am giving you."
"Oh, I'll do my very best!" She
hesitated and then asked: "It won't
be bringing trouble on Mrs. Cowles,
too. will it?"
"By no means. Mrs. Cowles has
nothing whatever to do with the murder,
herself; I can assure you of that. The
next corner is yours and I will leave you
now, Miss Adare. I hope you don't
mind ?"
"I don't mind anything!" she cried
recklessly, as she gave him her hand.
"This affair is too terrible! And I feel
ai if I had gone too far in it to stop
now. I would do anything in the world
to help ou find out who killed Mrs.
Ilartshorne!"
After her trim figure had disappeared
around tho corner Paul paid n call on
n theatrical agent of his acquaintance,
stopped nt one of the larger newspaper
offices and then returned to his rooms.
He had succeeded iu the purpose of his
interview with Miss Ludynrd, hut this
achievement left him with no sense of
victory. Instead ho felt oddly baffled.
Had she, indeed, killed Mrs. Harts-
norne .' nan swarthmore ; or was
there still a third as yet unknown per
son to be reckoned with?
The telephone nil at once invaded his
meditation. At the sound of tho agi
tated feminine voice which came to him
over the wire he smiled in quiet ex-
i think that I am already in possession
of the main facts of the case-
"Oh, no, you are not!" bIic broke In
upon him. "You couldn't bo! What I
want to tell you is known to no'one in
the world but myself and one other
person. You couldn't possibly have
learned it nnd I am sure it will totally
"Mr. Harvey, I don't want you to
scold me for withholding information
from you when you came to sec mo Inst
Saturday," she began. "I did not
tell you then only because It did not
seem to have any bearing on the caso
you were Investigating. Then, too, I
could not endure the thought of being
dragged into tho affair myself, even as
a witness!"
"You hnve changed your mind now?"
he asked significantly,
"Yes." She flushed. "I've been
thinking, and it really seems to be my
duty to tell you. Besides, so many
wild rumors aro flying about. Some
people question the fact that Mrs. Hart
shorne was killed in her own home
where she was found, and I have even
heard it whispered that the crime might
in some way have been committed at the
Ledjnrds', during the dnticc. Of course
that is absurd, but it convinced me that
I ought to tell you everything nnd save
you, perhaps, from from making a ter
rible mistake."
"Thank you," he responded quite
gravely. "1 shall be grateful if you
will tell me now."
"Do jou remember asking ine the
last time you were here if I saw or
heard nnj thing at the dance which might
havo suggested a motive for the crinje,
and I said that as far as I knew Mrs.
Ilartshorne hadn't an enemy in the
world? Well, I fibbed, Mr. narvey!
I daren't suggest that sufficient motive
for such a crime was established, bur!
Mrs. Hartshorne made a very bitter
and vindictive enemy thnt night. I
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By Robert On Chipperfield
told you, too, that I passed Mrs. Ilarts
horne in the conservatory, but did not
notice who her companion wns; that
was another fib. I did not pass her,
she never even knew I was there, and
I did not sec who was with her audi
heard what passed between them."
"At what tlmo was this, Mrs.
Cowles?"
"Somo time, between 11 and half
past." "And Mrs. Hartshorno's compan
ion?" "It was Corncllui Swarthmore."
Her voice had sunk to n whisper hut she
rallied quickly and went on : I 'nd
rnmisn.1 th. snmo ,ln H,, .
inreo u'n.
and I didn t know how I could get nut ol
it, so I slipped into the conservatory
and I didn't know how I could get out of
nnwrrnl-nrv
and sat down on n bench behind some
palms. Mrs. Ilartshorno entered with
Mrr Swarthmoro nnd I would have
made known my presence; but the first
words I heard rooted me to the spot
and then it was too lnte.
" 'An older man, in whom you can
feel a greater sense of protection? Mr.
Swarthmore seemed to bo repeating the
words. He wns in one of ills seething
rages, only more intense than l had
ever seen him. 'So you re throwing me
over for somo one else? By God, if It's
thnt sanctimonious old goat Braddock
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"I shrnnk back behind the palms, but
he evidently lost control of himself and
seized her, for I heard tho quick rustle
of her gown nnd then she spoke in n
cold, disdainful way which must have
been maddening to him.
Stop, please, you are hurting me.
There is no need of melodrama, Mr.
Swnrthmore, nor is there occasion for
insult. I hnve exercised a woman s
privilege nnd changed my mind, that is I
all, and your present mood shows me
thnt my decision Is a wio one. If I
choose to marry Mr. Braddock or any
one else that Is my affair.'
Ho gave a nasty sort of laugh.
" 'And only yesterday you permitted
me to hold you in my arms, you lvom
ised to be my wife! God, what nn in
fatuated assxI was! X think I under
stand you now. No wonder you wanted
.... . . ...- -
to keep your engagement a secret! YmiP sue um not nonor mo witu ner
wouldn't commit yourself publicly until ' confidence."
you had played the bigger fish to seei "Mr. Swarthmore, I have evidenco
if he would rise to your bnlt! Did you, that Mrs. Ilartshorne did acquaint you
think me a sentimental boy, n fool of with her intention to marry some one
whom you could dispose so easily? I else and that you denounced her ns an
was disarmed before the Woman I adventuress nnd threatened to expose
thought you were, but I know how to her mercenary motives to the mnn she
leal with a common ndventuress! Ill
spoil your little came for you
" 'Will you really?' Her tone seemed
to be filled with quiet amusement.
'What will you do, Mr. Swarthmoro?'
" 'I'll go to Braddock and show you
up, by God! I'll look up thnt past of
vours nnd find out why you ve been so
d d secretive! I'll '
" 'I don't believe that you will do
any of these things.' Her voica was
still quiet, hut there was something in
it like the snap of n whip. 'You will
remember that I could show you up iu
turn, my friend.'
" 'What do you mean?' It sounded
like the snarl of some animal the way
he spoke.
" 'How about your contracts with the
government? The undergrade stuff and
the padded bids? Did you think I was
n child not to understand, to accept so
easily your statement that there was
nothing illegal about your transac
tions?' " 'Prove it,' he dared her, and she
laughed.
" 'My method b not so crude as
yours, Mr. Swarthmore! I never threat
en anything I cannot prove. A cer
tain privato secretary whom you dis
charged helped me to verify your state
ments nnd a foreman let out on the
last strike corroborated him. I col
lected this data merely as an Invest
ment on which it might be possiblo for
mc to realize some day. Your animos
ity might drive me from Enstopolis, but
for me the world is -wide; for you there
is the federal prison if I speak !'
"Well, after that it seemed as though
a perfect storm of fury burst from him
upon her! I can't remember what he
said or the names ho called her, it all
came in such a hideous rush of invective
nnd threats and curses, too ! I sat there
stunned and shivering, and I think she
must have been a little afraid of him
herself, for she shrank away from him,
but he followed her. I was simply dy
ing to escape without their discovering
mc, nnd I peeped out between the palms
to see If the way was clear,
"They had retreated to tho other side
of tho conservatory over by Colonel
Ledynrd's orchids, and with their backs
turned I saw my chanco and slipped out
of the door into tho ballroom. You
don't know, Mr. Hnrvey, what a relief
it was! I found Freddie Gaylor and
made him sit out a dance on the stairs
with me whilo I collected myself, and
in n moment Mr. Swarthmore tore his
way through the crowd, still in a white
hot rage, and made for tho cloakroom.
"It was then that poor Trix Miss
Ledyard met him and tried to speak
to him, but he never noticed her in his
fury. She'd beon standing near the foot
of the stairs, looking into the 'ballroom.
As he shouldered his way past bhe laid
her hands on his arm, but ho shook her
off unsccingly, with a savago thrust
like a struggling animal! lie must
havo left the house at once."
"You are sure of the words you have
repeated to me?" Taul abked.
"Absolutely!" Bebo Cowles shud
dered. "It seems as though they had
been stamped on my brain!"
"But you can remember no more?
False!
Nothing dcllnlto of tho threats Mr.
Swarthmoro uttered just before you
Bllpped away?"
"Isn't it enough?" Her eves wid
ened, then she turned her head slightly
from him and added very low
I never.
saw Mrs. Hartshorne ngnlu. Did any
one else? Did she leave that conserva
tory alive?"
Tho Second Bullet
ftfQJOnitr to intrude upon you at such
M into hour, Mr. Swarthmore."
Paul's tono wns conciliatory, but be
neath Its smoothness there sounded nn
unmistakable note of nuthorlty. "A
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amplify your former statement to me.
'Tire away, Mr. Harvey!" Swarth
more smiled, hut his geniality wns
obviously forced and his dark eyes were
somber. "Will you smoke? No? Well,
don't mind if I do. Now go uhend; I
am quite at jour disposal."
"You told me that you had shown
Mrs. Hartshorne n certain nmount of
attention beeaubo she amused you, Mr.
Swarthmore, but you neglected to tell
me that an engagement existed between
you." Paul went straight to the point
at issue.
"It did not, nt the time of her
death." Swarthmore shrugged. "I
can't see how you obtained that in
formation, nnd frankly, since bhe was
dead, I did not consider the incident ns
being any one's affair but my own."
"But it was only on the day before
the dance that Mrs. Ilartshorne prom
ised to become your wife."
"Now, how tho devil did you know
that I" Swarthmore frowned nnd added
hastily: "It makes no difference, how
ever; the engagement wns just a mo
mentary whim on the lady's part. She
changed her mind almost immediately."
"In favor of somo one else?"
"You are going a bit too far!"
Swarthmorc's voice trembled. "I'm not
on the witness stand, you know. If the
.... . .. . ..
"'y iau maue any other matrimonial
had chosen, i endle Braddock
'What do you mean?" tho other
cried. "Who gave you that informa
tion?" "Some one who overheard a part of
your conversation together in the con
servatory," responded Paul. "You told
me that you had had no quarrel with
Mrs. Hartshorne."
"Because it was no one's d d
business!" Swarthmore had sprung
from his chair and his face was crimson
nnd mottled with rage, but beneath the
bluster there was an underlying note of
fear. ho was the eavesdropper?
What do jou know? How much did
they hear? Tell mc, or I'll "
"Don't get excited, Mr. Swarthmore;
j-ou may need to keep all your wits
about you," Paul advised coolly. "You
told Mrs. Ilartshorno that you would
spoil her game, jet instead of making
good your threat and denouncing her tu
Braddock when j-ou met him face to
face in tho ballroom door a few minutes
later, you merely laughed at him and
left the house. Why did you not keep
your word?"
Swarthmore laughed harshly hut in
unmistakable relief.
"The woman wasn't worth It! I
could get even with old Braddock more
satisfactorily by letting him marry her
and find out later the sort of woman he
was saddled with.
"A man may threaten anything in
the heat of pabsion and then think bet
ter of it."
"You aro sure that is why you re
frained? You were not afraid that bhe
would retaliate by making certain dis
closures against you, Mr. Swarth
more?" There was silence for n moment nnd
then the other man flung himself back
in his chair with a gesture of sur
render. "So your eavesdropper heard that,
too, did he?" ho said slowly. "I've
nothing more to say, Mr. Harvey. I'm
not the first man to meet his finish
through a woman, but by God, she's
paid for it in advance!"
"By her death?"
The other nodded grimly.
"Tho wo'man was a blackmailer.
Your informant must havo told you
that, if he heard the whole altercation.
She followed up what I had told her
in confidence until' she had the goods
on me, clean; she boasted that bhe
had verified my statements ns an iu--.cstment
on which sho could make me
pay dividends. She only got what was
coming to her and I'm ready to pay
the consequences of my own idiocy. I
gambled and lost, that's all."
(CONTINUED TOMORROW)
Locubts Used as Food '
Locusts arc eaten in many countries
where they nre roasted or fried in but
ter. They nre also preserved in brine
nnd often dried in the sun. They thus
appear In the markets ot Arabia, Syria,
Egypt and Madagascar and are even ex
ported as an article of commerce. They
are also candled and eaten as a deli
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DAILY NOVELETTE
ROMANCE VS. RICE "
By Adclnldo It, Kemp
ANNE PBESTON boarded the
crowded Pullmnn of a through train
with an expression of absolute weariness
on her pretty face. Tired from her hnrd
winter in tho office, bIio felt glad in
deed sho had resisted tho pleading of
the other girls to spend her three weeks'
vncntlon with them nt a fnshionnble
sca'sido resort. With closed eyes she
remembered gratefully the kind letter
from dear Aunt Mnrla Inviting her down
to tho old home in Mninc, where she
spent buch happy summers when sho
wns a little girl.
It wns Into iu the nftcrnoon when the
train enme to her station. Coming to
ward her was n tall, well-built young
man with eyes gray. Could this be
Aunt Maria's adopted bon, the merry
freckle-faced lad with whom she had
spent such hnppy dnys fishing and pick
lug berries?
With outstretchrd hand and a slow
friendly smile he met her.
"You nro little Anne. I should have
known you anywhere," he said.
"Why!" she exclaimed, his calm
deep voice causing an odd, flutter in
her heart, "you must be David."
As they jogged along the country road
they were soon chatting merrily to
cether. nulcklv bridging over the years
since they last met, ns is the wny of
youth. Anne breathed in hungrily the
sweet breath of the pines and tho tang
of the salt nlr.
"Oh !" sho bald, "was anything ever
so lovely!"
On the brow of the hill overlooking
tho sea stood the lovely old farm' house.
As they drove up Aunt Mnrin's motherly
figure rose from the wicker rocker on
tho porch and with a kind, ruddy face
beaming with nflection, enmo to meet
her. Anne felt n tightening at her
throat, and with a sudden mist blurring
her eyes she hid her face in the ample
bosom.
One morning she entered the kitchen
nt nn earlier hour than usual, to find
it deserted. A few dishes nt the end
of the table gave evidence that the men
had finished their breakfast. Rut the
fire was low and nn unusual nlr of deso
lation seemed to pervade the ntmosphere.
Anne quickly ran upstairs to Aunt Ma
ria's room, only to find that kind-hearted
soul stricken with a severe headache
and unable to dress.
"Oh, auntie, why ever didn't you
call mc?" exclaimed Anne, laying her
cool little fingers on the aching brow.
"You mustn't worry, dearie. I'll
soon be better," answered Aunt Maria.
"If I could only sleep a short time. But
there is so much to be done down
stairs." "Auntie," said Anne, with deter
mination. "I can do everything if you
will tell me whnt to get for dinner. And
then you can take a good rest and feel
all right by afternoon."
Aunt Mnria, with a relieved sigh,
gave a few directions, adding at tho
Inst, "and David loves rice pudding. So
j-ou can make a big ono and he can
have it for supper, too.
"You will find plenty of milk and
eggs in the pantry." Anne, having
seen the patient comfortably settled for
n quiet sleep, returned to the kitchen
and set to work humming cheerily to
herself.
It might havo been two hours later
that David, returning to the house as
was his habit for a little lunch, heard
a queer choking noise in the kitchen
Hurriedly entering, he saw a slight
figure huddled on the old sofa.
"Why, Little Anne," ho said, hurry
ing to her side, "what has happened?"
For a moment she lifted her tenr
stnlned face and glancing dcspairlnglj
toward the stove, sobbed "Rice."
David looked wonderingly in the
same direction. "I don't understand,"
he said. Annie's face was hidden On his
broad shoulder now and ho held her
close.
"Why! Why!" she stammered in
muffled tones, "Auutio 'asked me to
mal'e j-ou a rice pudding a big one.
And I opened her new five-pound pack
age and put it to soak ulid, oh, dear!"
she was overcome now and could say
no more. A look of understanding enme
suddenly to David's face. Over on the
stove were kettles of rice, little kettles,
big kettles, even the dlshpan had been
called to service. He drew one long
breath and then hb peals of laughter
could be heard in the attic. Anne looked
up indignantly and tried to draw away,
but he only drew her closer. Suddenly
the humor of the situation struck her
nnd her sobs changed to merriment
equal to David s.
It was at this Juncture Aunt Maria
appeared iu the doorway, her headache
Dauuago perched on one car, bewilder
ment in her eyes. On the old sofa Rnt
her help blissfully unconscious of hoe
ing undone or dinner to be cooked. Late
in the autumn when they started on a
happy wedding journey, David picked
a few tiny white nnrticles from the
Lfolds of his wife's dainty suit.
LOOK, utile Anne." he unld. mis-
chlevously, "shall wo save these for a
pudding?"
The next complete novelette Fate!
Egyptian Pyramids
It took 123,000,045 Blaves, working
twenty-four hours a day for three cen
turies, to complete the pyramids of
Egypt and tho mummies exported from
them have not brought, nil told,
$1,000,000. New York Sun.
WHEN YOUf? HAlf?
GETS THIN .YOU 8UV
HAIR RESTORER
DREAMLAND AD VENTURESBy Daddy
"MONKEY-LAND"
(In Ma iiorv Peggy, Iillly and
tnctr schoolmates pay an unexpected
ntl m ' trP'lcal Jungle ruled by
' vnaiicr'Vhcc.)
Tho Dream Stlcli
pCGGY finished her work in school
and looked up nt tho clock. It was
half an hour to going-horae time and
so, to keep herself busy, Peggy opened
her geography.
She liked her geography best among
all her books, for It told of strange lands
lands that Peggy would like to visit
and that she did visit in dream voyages
thought out in her own head.
Turning the pages, Peggy came upon
pictures of scenes in South America,
and there among them was a glimpse of
n tangled jungle In which monkeys nnd
birds were hnving n jolly frolic.
"I wonder if that is the jungle in
which Wandering Monkey lived when
he wns little," thought Peggy to her
self. "I wonder if he ever gets lone
some for It."
"You can Just bet I do," whispered
n low voice, nnd there was Hollo, the
Wandering Monkey, squeezed up closo
beside her in the narrow seat.
"Gracious me, what are you doing
hero?" said Peggy in another whisper.
"Don't you know that 'a monkey in
school is against the rule? You're like
Mary's little lamb; you'll make the
children laugh and play."
"They look ns though they needed to
luugh nnd play," answeied Wandering
Monkey. "How serious every one is,
how still they sit on these hard benches,
how busy they seem doing nothing."
"They aren't doing nothing," do
'clared Peggy. "They are studying and
learning lots of useful things. You'd
THE BUSINESS DOCTOR
By HAROLD WHITEHEAD
Author of "The Business Career of Peter Flint" and "Bruno Duke
Solver of Business 'Problems"
STENOGRAPHERS
FLIRTING
-AND
TOV
x In
OVERHEARD two women talking
the trolley. Of course, it wns
wrong of mc, but they occupied the sent
just ahead of me, and they talked
loudly.
Both women wcro mothers; both had
reached the "fair, fat and forty" stage.
Said tho woman in the gray dress: "I
think you're right, Mrs. B . I
never let Sadie or Nellie work In no
office."
The woman in the brown dress nodded
and replied: "And so I says to Minnie,
'No, me girl, no office for you. You get
as much money in a factory, and there's
safety in numbers. I know the carryings-on
in offices.' "
Tho woman in the gray dress clucked
sympathetically as she shook her head
sagely: "Men nre all alike; let 'era
be with a girl for a while and they
can't help flirting with her. I suppose
it's natural with them, but I wouldn't
let my sirls take a job in an office
Jum tho same. Tho tales I've heard!
Ah!
"Yes," agreed the other woman,
"and the more educated they nve, the j
worse they seem to be.
"Well, my dear," the woman In
gray said, "I think the old ones nrc
lie worst."
Tho car had reached their street and
they, departed. As the car started
forward, I wondered if such weird ideas
of business men "in offices" were at all
common. x
By asking nround, I waB surprised to
find that the opinion generally was,
that, while most men were gentlemen,
there were somo who felt that flirting
nnd filing went together; that spooning
and stenography were natural team
mates, and that "there was no telling
what any man might do" if encouraged
by a pretty face.
This opinion, let mc add, was found
among women who had never worked
in an office.
From stenographers, themselves, I
received assurance that most men were
in business for business, and they
looked upon their stenographers with
the same impersonal attitude as they
would their men bookkeepers.
Here and there, of courso, I heard
of cases where bosses proved them
selves to be stupid oglers, who were
so satisfied and proud of themselves
that they wero sure they were quite
irresistible, and that any girl would feel
flattered to receive their sloppy atten
tions. "Some girls," said one clever secre
tary, "are rather silly. They forget
that men are naturally friendly with
each other in business, and if they nre
friendly with their stenographers or
secretary, they think the man is 'mak
ing up' to them. Most men," she
continued smiling slightly, "like to talk
over their troubles and problems with a
woman nnd get some sjnipatliy. I think
they are just big boys, and they never
get over their desire to be mothered a
bit."
"I've worked In several offices," said
a telephono operator, "nnd I usunlly
find tho men nre pretty decent. Of
course, a girl usunlly gets what she asks
for, and If she wants to make a fool
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I'cggy opened her geography
better study, too, for if Smiling Tench -
ci sees you Idling, she'll fix you."
"Wouldn't you rather play with the
monkeys in the tree tops away down
south in Monkey-land than study those
dull-looking hooks?" asked Wandering
Monkey, squirming about uneasily.
"Of course, I would, but ono has to
go to school to learn things," said
Pfggy.
"You can learn lots of things In the
jungles without studying!" whispered
Wandering Monkey. "Como with me."
"Teacher wouldn't like it," answered
Peggy.
"Wo will tnko Smiling Teacher with
us," declared Hollo. "Sco, I have a
Dream Stick. Ono touch of it will
whisk you nway to Monkey-land."
Just then Smiling Teacher turned
toward Peggy. She saw something stir
ring behind Peggy's geography.
"Peggy, what have you there?" she
asked, her smilo turning into a frown.
Peggy, felt much embarrassed. She
didn't know what to say. But before
of herself, she will And some men will
ing to flirt with her."
"Business men generally laugh at the
idea," Baid one qulto big man in the
commercial world. "If there s any
flirting done, it's usually by the girl.
I've had them fight here, nnd they Bit
nnd roll their eyes nt me until I've just
hud to get them out of the office. I
think the reason is that many glrb havo
had their nature starved. They want
to experience some of the emotions of
life. They rend love stories nnd they
want to be the .heroine ot one. It's
usunlly a caso of being in love with
love."
"Lots of girls," a manufacturer said,
"nro not averse to a bit of blarney.
With tho least encouragement they nre
willing to jolly with the boss. They
won't make the first advance, but they
have a weather eye open for a chance.
No harm's meant or done. It's simply
a liking for a good time. I guess it's
natural for girls to like to ho Hssml
I know when I was a young fellow "
"Some girls," a professional man
said, "have been warned about 'wicked
men and they are forever trying to mis
construe some rcmnrk into an attempt
to be familiar with them. That sort
of girl Is a plain menaco to nn office.
Her mind is s- wnrped on this matter
that sho believes every man is a devour
ing scamp."
ORIGIN OF 'KANGAROO COURT'
Kangnroo court is an expression
which, however strange it may bo to
the layman, is familiar to most United
States marshals, postoffice inspectors
and tho police forces of larger cities.
What it really stands for is explained
by a postoffice inspector who has had
much experlenco with offenders nnd
criminals.
It appears thdt in a number of the
larger prisons in this country the
prisoners, from timo to time, nro ac
customed to hold what they call kan
garoo court, and that every notorious
criminal in tho United States is proba
bly not only familiar with tho term,
but has no doubt presided often enough
as Judge or prosecuting attorney in this
relation, or perhaps has been tried for
soma of the numerous mock charges
that aro preferred against those who
have the misfortune to be haled before
such a tribunal.
Such a court is held only in the great
prisons of the country, being entirely
unknown iu the county jails.
Tho institution of kangaroo court
seems to date back somo forty years in
tho United States.
Iu the days when Australia was n
penal colony the convicts nt Botany
Bay, by way of amusing themselves and
relieving tho monotony of prison life,
usod to organizo aort of mock court at
which the shrewdest and often the
worst criminals of tho lot presided as
judge, while others acted as jurjmen,
prosecuting attorneys, bailiffs, crierb
and the like.
At such trials the prisoners were
wont to take on recent arrivals from
England on all manner of mockchnrges,
such as snoring too loudly, washing
their faces with soap, and so on. If it
was found that among tho batch of
newcomers, convicts just from the old
By Chas. McManus
K1'
sho could open her lips, the Wandering
Monkey leaped upon her desk and gavo
Smiling Teacher n low how. Then Iio
grinned happily at the startled pupils.
"Mercy me! A monkey!" shrieked
Smiling Teacher. "Peggy, you stay
after school for bringing that creatura
here."
"Wc-c-ck! Wc-o-e-cEl She ''can't
stay after school because we're going to
Monkey-land," squccked Rollo. Ho
Teaped from desk to desk toward Smil
ing Teacher, while the twenty pupils
scattered in every direction, the girls
screaming nnd the boys shouting. Smil
ing Teacher climbed on top of her chair
nnd 'screeched.
Hollo climbed the chair as nimbly as
though it wet! a ladder, and gave
Smiling Teacher a sharp slap with his
Dicam Stick.
Then a surprising thing happened.
Tho instnnt the Btlck touched Smiling
Teacher she turned into n monkey.
Round nnd round tho room she went
chattering nnd shrieking, and the pupib
lied wildly from her.
Itollo leaped to the black board and
drew n round circle. Hmlllni TVn,o,nr
jumped into tho circle nnd went right
uui. vi signt as tnough It wcro a door.
Tho children yelled nnd Itnlln l,n,l
them with the Dream Stick. Right nnd
Kit fell his blows nnd every blow
rhnnged a boy or cirl into n nmt.n
And ench new monkey followed Smiling
.vuuvi luiuusu iuu circio ami out ol
sight.
Billy Belgium and Peetrv worn ,
lust. As the Dream Stick turned tlim
into monkeys, they jumncd thrnur-h
the blackboard nnd found thems-plwon in
a wild, strange-looking jungio.
(Tomorrow toill lo told how Peggy
and Billy find itrango adventures in
Monkey-land.)
When girls first began to work In
offices they may havo, been subjected to
embarrassments which their very new
ness in the business environment would
create. That time is past, but the
thought of it Is kept alive by garrulous
busy-bodies who relish a bit of scandal
liko carrion enjoy garbage.
Most men are too busy to waste Urns
?ui F" ,ost S1 nro t0 h"PPy with
tho boy whom they meet at night to
Jeopardize their happiness by stupid
flirting with the boss.
Mr. Whitehead will anstcer in this
column questions on marketing, buying,
selling, advertising, letter-tcriting, busi
ness education, and on matters pertain
ing to the choice of a vocation. All ques
tions will be answered in the order of
receipt. No anonymous correspondence
will be acknowledged. Reader's initials
will be published. It will take from four
to fifteen days for a reply to appear.
tlnM1"" aid.v';; .w t0 mV"t nw lln ot
First of all secure n fow ,nnfnn
from big houses. I should think that
this glass would be excellent for auto
mobile windshields.
Would your glass be suitable for
kltchcnwnre, dishes, plates, glasses and
similar articles? A line of unbreakable
glassware would be very much appre
ciated by most housewives.
If what you have is a machine which
will make this kind of glass you may
perhaps do best by renting it to glass
manufacturers.
(CONTINUED TOMORROW)
country, there wero severnl -,. ......
sesscd money, court was immediately
convened and the ones suspected of hav
ing funds were haled up on the charge
of having red hair or wearing box toed
shoes.
The trial was held with mock grav
ity and decorum, and in the end th
prisoner would be found guilty and fined
whatever amount he was known to have
o:i his person for the offense charged.
J. he money thus obtained would be di
vided among the old, long term con
victs, who would buy tobacco and other
luxuries with it, while the-victim of thb
form of extortion would have no re
course except to await the tlmo when
ho himself got n chance to preside as
Judge or sit on the jury at the 'trial of
some new arrjval. "
It was called kangaroo court becans
in those days tho Botany Bay convicts
spoke of themselves as kangaroos, an
animal very abundant, ns everybody
knows, in Australia.
The institution, us well ns th t
traveled from Australia tn T-nij'
whither it was brought by returning
Botany Bay convicts, whose terms had
expired. It had a short life in England,
however, where it was speedily discov
ered by the jailers and turnkeys and
broken up ; but it wns not long after
ward thut it found its way into the
prisons of the United States, where it
has remained ever since. Detroit
News.
SOLAR SYSTEM ON A TEAR
Sun's Family on Way Into Space at
Rate of Twelve Miles a Second
Spectroscopic studies and sky ob
servation alike tell us that our sun and
his family arc nil headed in a great
migration across the sky toward a point
between ho constellations of Hercules
"i Jiyr,a (Lyra i3 the constellation
identified by tho- bright, bluish star,
egn, Hercules is an irregular group to
tho west of Lyra, about one-quartcr ot
the way to the horizon.)
The speed with which we are travel
ing in thnt direction is twelve milts a
second. The velocity of an artillery
Bhell is around 3000 feet a second ; that
of the sun 03,000 feet. An artillery
shell with the velocity of the solar sys
tem through space would, according to
Kippax, penetrate a sheet of steel four
city blocks thick,
Think how far we travel every year
and how complex our Journejr I In the
first place, thoso of us who Itvo near
tho equator cover upward of 0,000,000
miles In our flight around the earth's
uxis. In the second place, in our journey
around the sun wo travel nearly COO -000,000
miles. While we are doing n'll
this we are also being carried off into
new and untried" regions of space at th
rate of 400,000,000 miles a year.
Is our great fumlly Journey through
space along a straight road, or is it re
volving nround some greater body", even
as the eath revolves around tho sun-1
and tho moon around the earth? Tho -jl!
astronomer tells us frankly that If fi.
mn, b'n Mt ltrtsiirrs'ti yet deSe
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