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Continued From Yesterday.
"He shall not pro! I'll not have
ray son kicked out as If he'd done
something to be ashamed of." So ,
the old man argued, illogically to I
himself, wilfully blinding: himself to
the fact that the Fortune Hunter
had done many things of which he
must be ashamed.
He went round by the road, keeping
as much as possible to the
shadows and out of the moonlight
until he reached the gate of Cherry
Lodge garden.
There he looked up at the house.
There was a light in one window
and one in the study downstairs,
but aa Fernle laid his hand on the
latch of the gate to lift it the downstairs
light flickered and went out.
( Well?he could wait. That was
all. He had been up all night more
times before than he could remember.
and tonight the game was well
worth the candle. He fumbled in the
pocket of his jacket for tobacco and
matches, refilled the empty "pipe,
and leaned back against the closed
gate, his eyes on the light of the
surrounding trees.
Then the church clock on the other
side of the river struck 12. Old I
Fernie coughed nervously, rammed |
the tobacco further down Into the
bowl of his pipe, bi^t he never moved
or altered his position against i
the gate
The ( load* Break.
Someone else beside old Fernie
had kept watch during that long,
misty night, and. when the Fortune j
I?"nt'" dronned from his window
Into the garden below, Anne saw
him steal away across the lawn |
through the breaking dawn.
She had not closed her eyes all j
nicht. In her heart she had known \
that this would happen and without
a moment's hesitation, she |
caucbt up a wrap and went'out on'
to the landing.
There was no sound in the I
house, but. as she went swiftly
down the stairs, someone moved fn j
the shadow of the study door and
Mr. Harding came towards her.
"Anne! Where are _you going?";
She stood quite still, warning*
him off with shaking hands. Herl
voice was wild when she answered'
him.
"H'! gone: somehow i knew he!
meant to. and I am going with him. j
t me go?oh. if you ever loved
" wHe her hands in j
his: his cheery face was fail of hard I
distress.
"M>" de*r! Think what it means!!
It a the best for us all to let him I
"o He knows that the whole thine i
I. impossible j, he stays what . j
P ness ean there be for you with a
man you cant trust?a man who!
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'** stand f.r American bor?? <
who knild emtio. in tho
ir tod koau?sad .ho*,
achievements will botM tbo
country.fmoldont Hardin*.
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L iner Crew Pays
Highest Honor to
Dead Cabin Boy
NEW YORK. Oct. 12.?The
French liner France came Into
Port today flying her flag at
ha'f mast out of respect to a
sixteen-year-old cabin boy. who
wan lost overboard Monday
evening. The lad was the pet
of the ship.
The youngster. Francis Rbert.
was playing on the forward deck
about 9 o'clock Monday evening,
while the big ship was off the
I-onn Island coast. Suddenly he
pitched overboard. Captain Roch
ordered the vessel stopped. Lite
rings were hurled overboard, and
a small boat lowered. Searchlights
were thrown on the ocean.
no trace of the lad was
roortd. The ?hip stopped an hour
In the search.
Francis bad been a favorite of
the passengers on the trip over.
He was the sole suppqrt of a
rl.10?,e.'' mother His father was
killed In battle. A purse was
taken -jp and will be forwarded
to his parent.
"Ante Over."
If you like to play a game
that makes you move fast and
think quickly, then "Ante Over"
was invented just for you.
Divide the players into two
groups of equal numbers. A
high fence, shed, house or something
of the sort, must stand
between the two groups. A ball
la tossed o?er the obstruction
tp the other side. It must be
c&ught and Immediately thrown
back by the other players. If
the ball Is allowed to drop to
the ground the side that lets it
fall loses one point. The first
side that loses Ave points loses
tlie game. * ,
It isn't fair 'to hold the ball
long after it has been caught,
nor to throw it an unreasonable
distance beyond ?he players on
the other fcide?Just keep It
moving fast back and forth, and
try to catch the other players
by surprise.
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Asked What He Was Told.
"Willie." said his mother. "I
Wish you would run across the
street and see ho# old Mrs.
Brown is this morning.'",
A few minutes latfcr little
Willie returned.
"Ma," said he, "Missus Brown
sal <J for me to tell yen It ain't
none of your business how old
she In "
Who Wouldn't?
"Failed in Latin, flunked In
- math,"
softly heard him hiss.
'Td like to get the guy who
said that
Ignorance is bliaa." ,
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has lied to you, and "
She* broke In passionately: "I
love him. and he loves me. If he
goes I shall never be happy again."
"The man's worthless** He's taken
the best way out. Ask anyone what
they think. My dear, I'd give the
world - to see you happy, but this
way is impossible."
She hardly seemed to hear; she
broke from him and ran to the front
door, drawing back the bolts with
trembling: fingers.
"You're keeping me; you're wasting
time. 'Oh, I don't care what
you say; it makes no difference."
She flung his hand off when he
would have detained her. "Let me
go, unless you want me to hate you.
Tou've all been against him ever
since he came?you and Tommy?
you've both tried Jo ruin my happiness/*
Anne dragged the d?or open and
fled into the garden, the white wrap
flying around her like misty wings.
She reached the gate, breathless
and sobbing. / It was shut, and for
a few seconds she bungled with tne
latch.
Which way had he gone? Which
way? Was she too late already?
She started to run down the road
away from the village, then stopped
sobbing tearlessly and wringing her
hands.
There was no sign of anybody on
the long barren road, and. half
distracted with dread, she had turned
to go back towards the village
when she saw Fernle.
His old face looked' jaded and
pale in the mornlner liKht, and there
was something pathetic in his eyes
as he approached her, hat. in hand.
Anne broke out piteously: "Oh.
which way did he go? Which way*?"
Old Fernie pointed up the road
with the stem of his pipe.
"He thought I didn't see him go.
Miss Harding." he said hoarsely.
"But that's the wa*y he went." He
laid his hand on her arm. "Bring
GTfie Boys'B,
THVBSDAV, 0?"
Judge Sr<
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Boys fc
Fady the newsboy was speak
"Most of the kids in this to
and most of the kids what needs 1
"Then you don't think I Shou
newsboys?" questioned the well-k
help boys.
"Huh, there ain't over ioo
responded Fady. 'The kids of
the boys want and what boys ~"ai
"With all your information at
think that this boy and his 'gani
the actual needs of boys than yoi
nent citizen.
"I most certainly do," was n
This prominent citizen of Si
papers that he would give a Chri
the city and that 500 boys were <
I knew that there were no
Lake City.
I immediately called in the w
Within two days he report<
regular newsboys in the city, ai
enough to buy their own Christ
having homes where they will hi
I took Fady to the man w
the welfare and happiness of b<
formation.
"The trouble with you men ;
more poor newsboys and paupe
really are. Most of the boys whc
need it, and a lot of tl.e kids wl
in on the game, 'cause if they ar
to mix with a gang of *hand-me
"What is a "hand-me-out?"'
"Oh, a kid what takes anythi
needs it or not," said Fady.
This started the Salt Lake
boys themselves who sought out i
assistance of any kind.
A Christmas dinner was giv?
was combed and this was the r
otherwise were not provided witl
Had not Fady and the boys
partaken of a great dinner, which
treat," with the conclusion of mi
To my own surprise, and the
purse was opened to help boys,
boy* who actually needed assista
On the other hand, Fady and
were enlisted, discovered and j
needed which no ordinary gener
ducted by men would reach.
The iio cases of boys who
and definite as these were preser
This suggested that BOYS c(
could men..
In Washington there are 10,
many of Jheir number need assist
These boys know the neight
clubs?what boys participate and
Men need advice from these
men and women can give to th
permit boys to dignify their you
bility of actually caring for their
Change front and havt'GRC
BOYS assist GROWN-UPS.
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him back, my dear." he implored;
"bring him back."
Anne could not answer. She lied
on up the deserted road and through
the little village.
Too late! Too late! Something
seemed to speak tlie words mockingly
at her heart. Why had she
not been quicker? Why had she
hesitated a moment? What did
anything else in the world matter
if she had lost him? Her love was
strong enough to forgive the past,
strong enough to face whatever lay
awaiting her in the future.
The flimsy wrap she wore was
damp with the morning mist, and
when some instinct turned her flying
feet through the wood the
brambles and bare twigs of the undergrowth
caught her and tore it.
But she went on unheeding till she
came to the small clearing on the
other side and saw the Fortune
Hunter standing by the flve-barred
gate.
? She stood still then, conscious of
a sudden weakness, her breath coming
in uneven gasps, the relief of
having found him almost too great
to be borne.
He stood looking out across the
brown, barren field, the flrst streak
of pale sunlight touching his wan
face.
Anne crept nearer to him, her feet
making no sound over the soft
grotind, till she was clone beside him.
Then she spoke his name;
"John!"
The Fortune Hunter did not move
for a moment, then he turned round
slowly, almost as if someone had
laid hands on his shoulders and
compelled him anainst his will.
His face was dra|Ln and haggard:
all its gay carelet^iess had gone,
and he looked years older and sadder,
she thought broken-heartedly.
as she lifted her arms and put them
round his neck.
"I said if you left me I should
follow you to the end of the world,"
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ovPn Story \Talk
IPitlis <9)ron>n
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int.
wn what gets help don't-need it .
lelp don't get it."
Id give a Christmas dinner to 500 '
nown citizen who was anxious to ;
regular newsboys in the town," \
the town know more about What 1
it it wol-se, than you men do."
>out the youth of the city, do you i
g' know more about boy life and <
u do, judge?" inquired the promi- <
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3r reply. * ?
t Lake City announced in the
stmas dinner to the newsboys of \
:xpeoted to be present. ,
t 500 regular newsboys in Salt
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rell-known newsboy Fady. I
:d that there were seventy-eight 3
id ihost of them making money '
mas dinner, a majority ot them j
?ve turkey dinners on Christmas,
ho was anxious to contribute to 1
jys, and Fady gave him the in9
is that you think there are a lot *
t boys in this town than there '!
) get free help from charity don't '
10 really need boosting don't get j
* real deserving, they don't want .
:-outs,'" Fady continued.
the man asked.
ing he can't get free, whether he
Boys' Betterment Club, ran by
ind assisted the boys who needed
sn to sixty-eight boys. The city '
lumber of boys discovered who J
1 a turkey Christmas dinner,
interferred, 500 boys would have ,
1 would have been just an "extra 1
are sick then helped boys. <
i astonishment of the jnan whose
there were a far less number of '
ace than was supposed. '
I the other boys of the city, who j
>resented cases where help was
al offer or boys' enterprise conshould
be assisted were concrete 1
ited by boys.
wild far better assist BOYS than
* ?
000 boys who^pan discover how
:ance of any and all, lands.
lorhoods and the gangs and the
what boys need help.
boys, and the greatest assistance
e Jwyhood of Washington is to
ng citizenship into the responsikmd.
>WN-UPS help-BOYS, and not
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she said, and her voice was quite
steady now, her eyes met his unfalteringly.
"I love you; there Is
no happiness for me without you."
He laid his hands on her wrists,
trying to unclasp the arms that
held him.
"It's Impossible?think j*hat they
will all say?what the world will
say! Think what I am?what I've
been. Let me go?let me go!'1
"If you can say truthfully that
you don't want m??that you don't
love me " 'she began, then her
voice broke. "Oh. my dean do you
think I care what anyone says?
I've thought of it all. and it means
nothing to me?nothing! I can forgive
the past, it's nothing any more,
because I love you."
"I've*nothing to offer you; it's impossible.
I?
"Do you love me?"
He tried not to meet her eyes, i
but they seemed to draw him against
his will: he tried desperately to deny |
her even then.
"Lo^e isn't everything?If I?u
Then suddenly he broke down; his
head fell forward till it rested on
her shoulder, and she turned her
face and kised his hair.
For a long time neither of them
*poke, then the Fortune Hunter
said hoarsely: "Anne, you must go
home: you shouldn't have come?
if anyone saw you follow me?" '
"They did see?uncle and your
father." She spoke calmly, she^even
smiled into his troubled face. "What
can they nay? I am not a child, and
I have chosen you. Wherever you
ko I shall go with you You tell
me to go home: I can only do that
If you come with me. for my home
is with you."
She stood back from him a little,
looking earnestly into his face an if
willing him to understand that
every word she spoke was spoken
from her heart, and not on the 1mj
pulse of the moment.
| "You say you have nothing to of*
MA?Umsnt to tho ?nlj
patent of nebillty ta th?
BMdsra world."?Ex-Pre?l4ant
Woodrow Wilson.
Copyright 1931.
Cornell Star
Explains Art
Of Tackling
Tritten Especially 4>r This Iftwspnper
By r&rrz bchttevck.
Captain Cornell University Pooti)all
Team, 1918.
You can never play football
f you can't tackle.
There are several methods of
ackling, but the general jprin:iple
remains the same, hit hard
ind low.
To get a man down, you must
irst get him vtl his feet. If you
lit him above the waist, he may
Keep his feet and get away
'rom you. If you don't hit him
hard he may brush him off. Or
f you do get hold of him. but
lo not hit him hard, you will be
Iragged' over many valuable
rards before you can get him
lown.
Always hit your man just
ibove the knees. It Is illegal and
uncertain for you to. hit him
>elow the knees.
Advance rapidly at the runler
and dive at his thighs. It
s not necessary nor desired that
rour feet leave the grftund before
you reach the man. Keep
pour body as straight as posstsle
and keep your head In front
3f the runner's legs. Grab both
lis legs and hold on.
The point I wish to empha?lse
is this: Drlve# Into your man
is hard as you possibfy. can, hit
ilm low and hol'd on tight. To
lo all this Is not so dangerous
is It is /to wait for the runner to
lit you first If you are going to
:ackle do It fearlessly.
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Will give two free matinee
4ckets to any local motion picure
theater for the beat stories
'or use on this" page. The stories
moat not exceed 300 words
In length and must he written on
>ne side of the paper. ,
The stories may be written
ibout the school football team,
i hike frn the woods, or in short
in any aubject which other boy
'eaders might be interested in.
Don't delay.
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itory and send It in to the Kdl,or
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fer me. I don't mind that. I have
some money?no, dear, dpn't turn
away. I want you to be glad, not
sorry, because It mean? that we can
po away together?somewhere ?
she faltered a little?"and begin life
again. You can work, and 1 hall
be there for you to work for.
I don't mind where you go; I
don't mind what you do?" She
broke down into audden crying.
"Oh, if you chooM to iweep a crossing
I shall be only too happy to
| stand beside you rather than be
I teft alone!" she sobbed between
tears and laughter. "And after that
don't you dare tell me I must not
come with you!"
He stood for a momeht not answering.
his eyes on the barren field,
and the indecision in his face seemed
slowly to change to a strong determination
and resolution. ,
Then he turned, and took her an
h^s arms, looking down into her
tear wet face with something like
adoration In his eyes. "I'm not
worth 1\, 1 ought to be down in the
dust at your feet, but 1 can't send
you away, my dear, 1 can't! We'll
go away together and begin life
again, and you sha}! never regret It
as long as you live." Then he bent
his head and kissed her
He took her back presently to
Cherry Udee, but he would not go
In with her, and ?he smiled a >eady
assent when he nald he would go
down to Long End Cottage.
There was no longer a doubt of
him in her heart; the last cloud and
misunderstanding had been *wept
away forever; she knew that he
loved her as she loved him. and that
nothing could separate them again.
She went Into the house with
such happiness in her eyes that Mr
Harding could And no words witn
which to gnet her when they met
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$15 a
Small hats, large hats,
straight?hats of all tj
There are gracefully dra]
for the matron; close-fi
hats for the youthful fa
tinctive individuality be
type of person or costum
but many women have
warm browns, the deep
coppery shades.
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and hackle?a wing, f<
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but one of this delightl
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In the hall, but she weift op to Wp* \
at once.
"Uncle, I'm going to be married.
Soon. I think?in a day or two? 1
and we're going abroad somewhere."
Clem Harding gave a stifled ex- 3
clamation.
"Oh, my dear; I beg of you?for J
your own sake^?I want your happi- j
ness, heaven knows, more than any- (
thing on earth " \
She lifted her face and kissed him.
"If you do, then you will come ,
and see me married," ?ie said.
"There is only one man in the |
world for me. I don't care about ,
the past; I think I've forgotten it 1,
already, but I know?and he know", ,
too?that the future is going to be |
all right."
Old Fernle *u On his hands and
knees trying to coax a smoke Are
lo burn In the kitchen at Lous End
Cottage, when the Fortune Hunter
lifted the door latch and walked in
For a moment ' his '?on stood
watching him unheard; then he
went forward and took the bundle
of chips from the old man's wrinkled
hands.
Til do that." he "aid: -Tin used
to lighting flre?." Old Fernie did j
not start; he Just rose stifTly to his
feet ?nd stood watching while the
Fortune Hunter coaxed the fire Into
a blaze and added some pieces ot
coal. He looked a little daxed, but
after a moment he drew his armchair
up to the fire and touched the
Fortune Hunter on the shoulder. f
"Sit down and warm yourself." ,
he said. "We've both been up all (
night. I'll make soms coffee." 1
He came back presently with ,
s..me cups and an earthenware jug.
"So you're not tired of Somerton
yet. then?" he asked with a twinkle
In his eye. as he had asked the For- |
tune Hunter once before when they
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ped turbans ancHugh toques
tting, jaunty, soft-brimmed
ce. Each has its own dust
becoming the particular
e. Black is especially good,
a decided fondness for the I
> blues, purples and lovely '
iws of crisp ribbon, coque j
sather, breast or lacquered
tings. The hat sketched?
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tie pompom tipped in chetness.
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? un* Hunt*f looked up.
"Not yet," he mm. and then after
i moment, he added: 'And. tf J majr.
111 take back the refusal of help
rou made me the other night."
He roae to his feet. "If you'll
five me a hand, I'll make good yet.
[ rive you my word of honor." Then
he flushed and laughed almost
apologetically. "i suppose you think
that sounds queer?" he added.
Fernle held out fcjs hand. "She's
fotnr with you?" he asked bluntly.
The Fortune Hunter looked away
from the old man's wrinkled face
to where the sunshine had chased
way the river mists and the cold- 1
en autumn tints made a wonderful
background for the river, and his
heart was fullof a ?reat thankfulness
and humility as he answered'
"Yea, thank God!"
> (The End)
The Daily Novelette.
All (or Art.
?T?<~, *<ek for three yeara. I
H?rr Solasedo had plugged up his
ears with sound-proof cotton and !
awaited the call of Miss Terry
Belle Koyes. coming from her sing- !
ing lesson at ??.S0 per lesson.
And now. without her music or I
anything. Terry Belle could stand
behind the southwest leg of the,
granrP piano with her hands claaped j
tightly in front of her and aing
Skinthauaer'a "The Song of the j
Sisrllng Sausaise." |n z sharp,
major: Joe Hart's "Imitation of a
Parrot in Pain," In A flat, captain,
and Budweser's "Blow Away,!
Frothy Suds," in B sharp, general.
"Herr Solasedo*" she said with
palpitating eyes and sparkling
heart. "My course is now completed
and It Is up to you to fulflll your !
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ro PROVE PARTY ROtGB.
It m nl<nl0t ,
Buster Buchanan, who room* u
Annie Bevelle houae at lilt Kourta
itraat northwest, name ton, with
what Aaaia called ~Mn, roach
company." _ She called to butter
ind told bin to tator hi, druaken
friends out and keep them out.
The ftrat thins anybody knew the
light waa douaed and three pistol
hota ran* out One bullet "akidded."
Buater a wife aald. and juirpea
In tha bathtub. She brought it Into
court aa evidence
Annie's aon aald Buater flred the
ah ota and Bus tar aald the aon dla
the ahoottnc Anyhow, thoae who
could run did ao and aome of
them did not ratdrn until Buater
waa aafely locked up and charge.)
with making threats against Annie.
The woman'a. principal complaint
waa that for the paat three Saturday
nights Buater and his crowd
had made ao much Boise at a late
hour that ahe could not sleep it
waa when ahe protested to Buster t
ahe aald. that her life wa, thr-a?ened
with pistol ahott and announcemcnta
from him that he
would kill her. f
Judge McMahon aald he dil not
balieve Buater meant very much by
the threats alfd releaaed him on his
peraonal bonda.
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part of the contract and find me !
a roaUion suitable to my voice and
dramatic talenta I should prefer 1
ft rand opera. Herr Solasedo
Turning fearfully pale and I
cutching a bar of music for support i
Herr Solasedo gulped hard. But being
a conscientious man. he nodd'-d
his head, bowed and retired.
Two weeks later, mith a dot- u
(fray hairs but a look of great relief.
Herr Solasedo summoned Terry
Belle to his studio. ,
"A wonderful opportunity!"
assured her "Just the thing for
your voice and talents You're to be
coloratura soprano in Hash^linget *
restaurant at til per week. To* |
color the soup and when a custom r
orders, you are to sing d*wn t??o
dumb elevator shaft, "one vej <ve*- tabe);
two mates (tomato); thr ??
peeps (chfrken) soup: as the ca may
be. Now wait while 1 wri'c
the music for It"* ,
With an indignant and quite ur
musical snort. Terry Belle refus 'I
to thus degrade her art and is n?
happy at fi? weekly, singing d?
Infants into oblivion in the squ; M
ward of an Independent Indian Institution.
Ktop '
oom 6 p.m.
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