SJR TIS SN BL CHAPTER VIII—Continued 15 “Not exactly, but he’s a sneering swine, Told Bradney and me only this morning that men-servants were mere- ly parasitic growths. Said that only timidity drove husky men like Alf and me into domestic service. I hope there's a time when he’ll think differ- ently.” “Milman wants you to familiarize yourself with Raxon’s private rooms. From an interview in a New York pa- per, it appears he lives in a tower.” “He does. Since I've been here, not even his wife has ventured into it. I go in regularly to carry cedar logs for his open fire. The doors are fitted with special locks. I've taken an im- pression of the keys. Alf goes to town tomerrow. He'll fetch them. I'm not worrying. Nita and Peter—I never noticed those names rhymed be- fore—are running this show. Raxon expects a great deal from you. He says you are the only expert he ever got for nothing.” * * * - * - * Mrs. McKimber, whose fortune had enabled her husband to become one of the wealthiest men in a wealthy state, enjoyed staying in new houses and Meeting new sets of people. She saw in this invitation to Great Rock the opportunity of discussing reduction to music, fruit diet, and the gospel of calories. On each of these points Mrs. McKimber had her experiences to relate. Her son Robin, a good-looking man of five-and-twenty, did not welcome new friends unless he knew all about them and that knowledge proved sat- isfactory. On the drive from the ho- tel in New York where the McKimbers always stayed he kept questioning his father about the Raxons. Why should his father waste a week here when he could be touring the state and strengthening his political position? Robin desired to be a senator's son and taste Washington life under the happiest conditions. Although Raxon had planned that McKimber should visit him, the man- ufacturer had no idea of it. McKim- ber on his way to Great Rock felt humiliated with the knowledge that he had virtually asked for an invita- tion here. A few months before such a thing would have seemed impossible, McKimber had learned suddenly that Paul Raxen was working to gain a primary nomination for the exalted position McKimber believed was al- ready in his own grasp. At first he laughed the idea to scorn. But his campaign manager had showed him innumerable clippings filled with in- terviews in which Paul Raxon had spo- ken enthusiastically about beautify- ing American cities so that the Old world sent her tourists to see them. Raxon had spoken before a federation of women's clubs and had been very well received. He was described as a ready and eloquent speaker. “He's got a peach of a press agent,” said McKimber’'s campaign manager gloomily, “and his line is absolutely new, It’s making a great hit with the influential women.” “He can’t win on that stuff,” Mec- Kimber growled. He was one of those old-time politicians who distrust wom- en and underestimate their power. “Maybe not, but he can split the party vote, can't he? His platform is # winner, He promises the building trades plenty of work and he has been their man for twenty years. As I've sald, the women will vote for him, and fo will the intellectuals. I tell you, John, he’s got to be stopped. If he runs, our party loses out. That's sure.” “What sort of a fellow is he?” “Nobody seems to know. You've got to get under his skin. No goed going to his office. In another man’s office the cards are stacked against vou. Try the social end of it. He's just bought Bellington's place and is going to entertain. I've got it. I know Herman Loddon pretty well. I'll work it so he asks you for a week- end. How about it? In the end McKimber agreed this was the best plan. Eventually he, Mrs. McKimber and their son were asked for a week. McKimber did not look forward to his task. But he did not doubt his success. He had been nsed to dealing with men, and he would have little trouble with a dreamer with a better architecture complex. Robin refused to be one of the party. He agreed to drive his parents to Great Rock, where they would make his excuses, “I'm sure you would enjoy vourself,” said his mother. “I can’t think why you're so particular. Do stay with us, Robin.” The MeKimber car described a sud- den, alarming lurch. “If you've accepted, I suppose I ought to stay,” said Robin. “Gee, what a beauty!” “Isn't it?” His mother agreed, thinking he had obtained some new view of the big house they were ap- proaching. But it was not a view of Great Rock which influenced him. Just for a few seconds as the heavy car swung | around 8 curve Robin McKimber bad a a A A A a OT BT ER I OAT J The Recluse of 4 Fifth Avenue looked into the amethyst eyes of a lovely girl. He had looked into many eyes, but these were different, baffling, alluring, inviting, repelling. He had barely time to see she was tall and slim and golden-haired. “lI hear,” said his mother’s placid volce, “that the oldest Raxon girl is good-looking.” “Good-looking,” he said indignantly. “She is a peach!” “When did you see her?’ Mrs, Mc- Kimber looked at him curiously. “I mean T’'ve heard she is a peach,” he explained. “They lived in years,” Mrs. McKimber imagine they are chic.” “You bet,” said Robin heartily. McKimber sighed and spoke for the first time for some miles. “You nearly ran us off the road s while ago,” he sald. “There was a drop of thirty feet at that point, 1 want to go to Washington. I don’t want to end up here,” “I must have the wheel tightened,” Robin answered. He hoped he was not flushing. He had thought himself to be above such displays of emotion. But then he had never seen such a girl before. Until now he had believed that writers who described heroines’ eyes as violet or amethyst were mere- ly lying. He knew now he had mis- judged them. They too must have seen the eldest Raxon girl. It took Robin's utmost composure to keep his face becomingly wreathed in smiles when he was introduced to the Misses Raxon. They were noth- ing; usual types, overdressed and badly mdde up. When they suggested he might like to see the estate he agreed readily, so readily that the eld- est girl dismissed her sisters with a gesture, As the eldest she was to have the first chance. Robin saw the golden girl as he crossed the golf links. “One of your house guests?” he asked, as he hoped, without apparent interest. “That's Miss Brown,” said the Rax- on girl. “No, she isn’t a guest.” “A neighbor, perhaps?” The eldest Miss Raxon laughed ma- liciously. “She's a sort of housekeeper-secre- tary. Mother and we girls haven't time to think about ordering meals or firing servants, so we hired her.” Miss Brown had a mashie and was practicing short approaches. “Of all the nerve,” said Gertrude Raxon. “I'll see mother stops that. She can’t learn how to play golf here.” Robin watched Miss Brown swing. The ball cleared three pine trees and nestled within putting distance of the hole. As pretty a stroke as he, a scratch man, could ever hope to make. “I imagine she has learnt a good bit of golf somewhere else,” he said dryly. Gertrude Raxon became more and more distasteful to him. She was an empty-headed little flirt and could not interest him. As soon as he could he went back to his room. , His reward came at dinner, Miss Brown was there, quite well dressed. They were not introduced, and she sat some distance from him. Robin deter- mined to get an Introduction after dinner. After dinner came a dance, and the evasion of the two elder Raxon girls was not easy. Robin looked sour- ly at an animated and gesticulating Frenchman—a viscount, as he recalled it—who carried on a long conversation in his native tongue with Miss Brown. Only once Robin stared into the vio- let eyes. They seemed to look through him. But he was sure Miss Brown remembered that moment when there was a reasonably good chance of the extinction of the McKimber family, He wished he could dance with her. He detested very small clinging girls like Gertrude Raxon. And since he was himself dark, he preferred the blonde type. Of course the Raxon girls were jealous. And well they might be. Probably Miss Brown had a hard time to placate the furies her charms and beauty aroused in her employer's daughters. Finally poor Robin had to introduce himself, He did it very well. It came in the nature of an apology. Robin Paris for some added. “I [aX @YII7aY Iai avi 7a Vii 7@vI vali ai raviiraxilravilvavii ravi revi Taxi vaxiiraVilravi ravil ieiliavivavi(®) | TB IES WYNDHAM MARTYN Tew CNBL IT SOON Oly Oopyright In the United States W NU Bervice NO wo was so good-looking that most girls forgave him minor breaclies of eti- quette. “My name is Robin McKimber,” he began. “And as I know you are Miss' Brown, we are introduced, aren't we?" | “And this is your idea of an intro- duction?” Miss Brown spoke without | enthusiasm. He was a little stag- gered. His smile was what people usually termed infectious. “I had to introduce myself,” he re- | turned, “because nobody else would.” | “Exactly what was the necessity?” she demanded. “TI wanted to apologize for nearly | running you down on the drive this afternoon.” She was not making it | easy. { “I'm afraid you exaggerate,” she | said calmly. “I was standing on a rock fully two feet above the road! level when you turned the corner so recklessly.” His face fell. She could not help smiling a little. “But, of! course, if you really do want to apolo- | gize for being so careless—" i | “I do,” he said earnestly. “Then you must apologize to your parents, They were in real danger and I was not.” | BEBE “I'm a most careful driver,” he said. “Ask my mother. “What was that?” There was sa trace of a smile which passed over her face and was gone. “I saw that eyes could really be vio- let,” he answered. He looked into them admiringly. “I forgot every- | thing.” ! “You should. lose your license,” she sald severely. But there was no doubt! that she smiled as she turned away with a slight bow. { She was more used to verbal fene- ing than he had imagined. On the whole, he decided he had behaved very stupidly. This was no brow- beaten dependent thirsting for kind words. Robin's evening was spoiled John McKimber was puzzled con- cerning Paul Raxon. He had known of Raxon for years, but he had never met him nor believed very much in his influence. McKimber had thought of him as a younger man who would look up to him as one having long ago won his spurs. McKimber had come here sure that vietory would be his in the struggle. He was uneasily aware that Raxon was not easy to impress. The younger man’s knowledge of polities and poli ticians seemed uncanny. He was without reverence for the dead or re- spect for the living. Once or twice McKimber believed his host was laugh- ing at him. It would not be advisable | to start any serious discussions until the two were on more friendly terms, Raxon’s would not be the first polit. | ical aspirations that MecKimber had nipped in the bud. That was the duty of all sound machine politicians or | popular government might creep in| ard destroy the machinery. Raxon | would see he was wrong to imperil his | party because of his new-born ambi- | tions. For almost a generation now | John McKimber had been the main- stay of his party in his own section of the state. If honors were ta be awarded it was to him they should come. Raxon would probably see it in that light. If he did not there | would be summoned the big men who must be obeyed. - * - . - Raxon had two big rooms for him- | self In a tower from which an unin- | terrupted view of the sound could be enjoyed. One of the rooms was a library, deep-paneled and splendid. The other was his bedroom and bath. To this retreat none came but the servants... Here he dreamed of power and planned the new life. None could overhear what he would say to Me- Kimber when the hour came to which he had long looked forward. There would be no tinkling telephones to interrupt. He chuckled as he thought of McKimber, He knew the manu- facturer for an honest if stubborn man, who had long been regarded as a valued party prop. Well, the Mec- Kimber who would come to this talk would not be the man who went down the tower stairs. (TO BE CONTINUED.) EEE EEX EE EE TNT E TESTE E LTTE TPT NTT oe Hard to Trace Origin of “Auld Lang Syne” The origin of “Auld Lang Syne” invariably sung as the New Year comes in wherever two or three Brit- ons are gathered together, is rather obscure, if Robert Burns can be trust- ed, and the song really did belong to the “folk” of Scotland. Burns’ own account of the matter, in a letter of 1795, was ‘One song more and I have done—'Auld Lang Syne." “The air is but mediocre, but the old song—which has pever been in print nor even fh MS. until I took It down from an old man’s singing, is enough to recommend any air.” Ac- cording to one Scottish authority, however, the beautiful air te which the song is now invariably sung is not the original one which Burns pronounced to be mediocre, but one adopted from an old lowland melody. This wa. entitled, “I Fee’d a Law at Michaelmas,” and in Gow’s collections of reels it appears as “Sir Alexander Don’s Strathspey.” As to the words. adds our authority, the probability is that verses two and three—with their note of more tender sensibility—were added by the poet to the older set.— Cleveland Plain Dealer. Mental Gymnastics “So far, no modern has invented an intelligence test to equal matrimony,” remarks the Austin American, Nor a questionnaire to equal the children’s, add we.—Boston Transcript, Relativity Probably the man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth is pretty sore because it isn’t a gold spoon.—Harrisburg Telegraph, ed * . ° What happened to F M d day never happened to me before.” | or € tation ©00000 od RE THE PATTON COURIER we | JUST HUMANS By GENE CARR i en Gre, {alo lure Newspaper Syndicate Ei “NOW WHAT?” “HE WANTS A TOOTH OUT, SO’'S HE KIN STICK HIS TONGUE THROUGH IT LIKE MARY JONES!” i By LEONARD A. BARRETT Fe] * WASTE MERSON wrote, “Economy is a sacrament when its aim is grand; when it is the prudence of simple tastes, when it is practiced for free- dom, or love, or devotion. But parched corn eaten today, that I may have roast fowl for my dinner on Sunday, is a baseness; but parched corn and a house with an apartment, that I may be serene and docile to what the mind shall speak, to be ready for the lowest mission of knowledge and good will, is frugality for gods and heroes.” Economy is ope of nature's funda- mental jaws. Nothing is allowed to go to waste. The leaves of autumn only make more beautiful the budding trees of spring. Learning from na- ture, some persons have become rich by gathering up the fragments, others have become poor because they per- mitted them to be thrown away. By- products are the secrets of many for- tunes. Refinings of gold make about one-fourth of the profits of business concerns using that article in their manufactured product. A fortune has been made out of the bouillon cube, made from by-products. The cast-off product of a cotton mill founded one of the largest fortunes in Kurepe. There is enough food going to waste in the hotels of any large city to feed the dependent poor of that city. In sixteen and a fraction of years a sum of money, if put out on compound in- terest, will double itself. The most serious problem of waste, however, is not found in the world of material values, but rather in the realm of personality. The most tragic thing is a wasted life, “He whose heart is barren like the desert is al- ways poor.” Idle hours, opportunities thrown away, not being prepared when the chance came, explain some of life's failures. A wasted life is one that has made no contribution to the uplift of the community. When such a person “passes on” no one seriously misses him because from him radi- ated no moral or spiritual values. A negative life is a wasted life. The problem in the field of economics is not production but adequate dis- tribution. The wasted power in the Niagara falls would run all the ma- chinery of the country if it could be controlled and directed. There is suf- ficient moral and spiritual power go- ing to waste to solve all the problems of our social order. (©, 1927, by Western Newspaper Unlon.) —O0 Doon row, a? | hat: ~?? 6 Nas TOUCH” is an expression denoting a means by which things are turned to gold or money. The saying had its origin from a Greek myth, King Midas in return for an act of kindness had been prom- ised by the god Dionysus that what- ever he might ask would be granted him. Thereupon, King Midas, being very fond of gold, asked that every- thing he touched might turn to gold. His request was granted and ac- cordingly everything he touched turned to gold, even to the food set before him. Of course Midas soon saw the folly of his wish and be- seeched the god to take back the favor. Dionysus again granted his wish and ordered Midas to bathe in the River Pactolus. This bath saved Midas but the river from that time on had an abundance of gold in its sands dune to the touch of Midas.— Anna 8. Turnquist. (©. 1927, by Western Newspaper Unioa.) “The surest road to health, say what we will, Is never to suppose we shall be 111: Most of those ills we poor mortals From minds and dreaming flow.” SOME CABBAGE WAYS HE common vegetables which are always on the market are often underrated. Cabbage is such a whole- some vegetable that it should be served often.’ Cabbage With Sausage. Cook a head of cabbage whole with several pork sausages or with half a dozen frankforts; arrange on a platter and garnish with the sausages. Sea- son well with pepper, salt and a bit of onion while cooking. The liquor should be saved and used with the cabbage and chopped potatoes for an- other meal, as hash, Lady Cabbage. Shred tender, young cabbage and cook until done, seasoning with but- ter, cracker crumbs and enough milk to make a sauce. Serve hot. Fried Cabbage. Chop cold boiled cabbage and press out all the liquor. Season with melt- ed butter, pepper, salt, and four table- spoonfuls of milk, Add two well-beat- en eggs and cook in a hot frying pan, stirring often at first. Then let brown on the bottom and turn out on a hot platter. Garnish with sliced hard- cooked eggs. Hot Slaw. Beat the yolks of two eggs with two tablespoonfuls of cold water, add a tablespoonful of butter, a little salt, and one-fourth cupful of vinegar. Cook the dressing over hot water until thick, then stir in finely shredded cab- bage; heat until hot and serve hot. Stuffed Cabbage. Cut out the stalk end of the cabbage, leaving a good-sized cavity. Tie up the cabbage in a cheese cloth and cook it until tender in boiling salted water. Make a stuffing of seasoned crumbs and any chopped fowl or meat which is well seasoned. Fill the drained cabbage, sprinkle with buttered crumbs and cheese and bake in a quick oven until brown. Cabbage With Cheese Sauce. Prepare and cook the cabbage as above. Place on a hot chop plate and cut into pie-shaped pieces. Pour over a thick white sauce made by melting four tablespoonfuls each of butter and flour and mixing well, then add a cup- ful and a half of good rich milk; sea- son with salt and pepper and cook un- til smooth and thick, adding a half- cupful or more of chopped rich cheese to the sauce while cooking. (©, 19217, by Wester2 Newspaper Union.) GIRLIGIG/, => > a (Lopyrighe, 1967, by The Bell Byndicace, Tos) “Probably,” says Beachy Mayme, “the wild waves are wild because so muny bathing beauties avoid their caps.” YOU CAN—AND WILL By EVELYN GAGE BROWNE il DXY listen when people tell you “It simply can’t be done!” For somebody’s bound to do it, And YOU may be just that one. There's nothing that man has thought of But what some man can do— And there's no earthly reason Why that man isn't YOU. When folks say—‘“No use trying!” Just keep right on with a smile, You won't need to do much talking, You'll show them after awhile. There's nothing worth the having That's going to be easy to get, And whatever you strive for hardest Gives you the most joy yet. It can be done—angd it will be!— If it’s ever been done, that's true, And greater things wait for some one To be the first to do. Somebody's going to do them; Some one who really tries, Who believes in himself and his power, To win the highest prize. And YOU can be just that some one, For the best is waiting still, And there's nothing you can’t accom- plish, When you say—“l CAN-— AND WILL!” {Copsrisht) WHEN I WAS TWENTY-ONE BY JOSEPH KAYE At 21—Montague Glass Tried to Be a Lawyer. T ABOUT this time I was in a law office and while there, be- cause I had a boss who made frequent visits to a resort downstairs, I had the leisure to write a story called “Papa- gallo.” “Papagallo” cost me, and the law firm between us, several dollars in postage stamps and at last I disposed of it to a Canadian paper for a trifle less than the law firm and I spent on it. It was a fairly bad story, written after the manner of Edgar Allen Poe, with just a suggestion of Barrie. Many years later I reprinted it in a magazine called “1910,” a purely artistic effort fostered by Charles B. Falles., It had no editor and no pub- lisher, only contributors who agreed to furnish a story, an article or a pic- ture each month during the year 1910 and $10 towards the cost of printing the magazine. In May, 1910, I went to Italy and never definitely knew what became of “1910,” which ceased pub- lication while I was abroad, but I think I can tell what happened to it. It died of a story called “Papagallo.” —Montague Glass. TODAY—Montague Glass, as the creator of those national characters, “potash and Perlmutter” is too well known to require an introduction from anyone. Potash and Perlmutter have been put into every conceivable form using words or action as a medium; in books, magazines, articles, dia- logues, plays and ‘“‘movies.” Had he written nothing else, or intended to write nothing else in the future, Glass’ bank account.would be assured. (© by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) tem) CTHE WHY of SUPERSTITIONS By H. IRVING KINGQ FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER HO is there that finding a four- leaved clover, does not regard it as an omen of good luck? Few peo- ple, if any. Some may pooh-pooh the idea and laugh scornfully thereat: but, nestled away down in the bottom of thelr hearts is a secret satisfaction over their “find.” In this we are but harking back to our sun-worshiping ancestors. Clo- ver was one of the plants of magic power gathered at the summer sol- stice from European fields in the dim past, because at the summer solstice the sun, giver of life, having reached his greatest power, certain plants caught from him mystic properties which made them potent for bafling the evil things which threaten the life of man. Now if an ordinary clo- ver caught something of the sun's mystic properties a four-leaved clover —which was unusual and therefore must mean something—was especially marked out as having caught an extra share. In the Tyrol and in some parts of France the idea that the four-leaved clover, in order to be potent for luck, must be picked on midsummer eve, still persists; but English-speaking peoples have dropped that part of the superstition and regard it as an omen of good luck when found at any time. Naturally such a specially endowed plant was long considered as an infal- lible protection against witches, (® by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) 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