ruin. The dog had sprung clear
through the broad glass top of the
door of the office. Through the jag
ged rum Hope saw Trusty now. He
had sprung at Hifll-and pinned his
shoulder, holding him into the chair
where he sat, with bulldog ferocity.
Hope hurried into the room. It was
to see upon the desk before the terri
fied and cowering Hull the securities
that had been taken from the rifled
desk of Professor Ashton.
"Trusty here!" he called com
mandingly, and it was with reluc
tance that the animal unclosed his
grip on the enemy he hated.
A packed valise showed that Hull
had prepared to leave the town. Hope
insisted upon his doing so, but minus
the wealth he had planned to carry
away with him.
"Go somewhere and make a man of
yourself," he said, "and if you do your
part not even the Ashtons shall, ever
know who stole the bonds."
Professor Ashton found his securi
ties back in his desk, with the mys
tery of their abstractidn never re
vealed, and Perry Hull drifted out of
the sight of the memory of the happy
GENTLEMAN FROM HOME-
Once there was a congressman
from an inland district who was "bit
terly opposed" to preparedness.
Argument could not move him. He
Then, one day, in a copy of the
Homeville Echo, he read that the
Button Factory at the corner of Main
and High streets was making car
tridges, and that the Brass Foundry
on lower South street had hired a
lot more hands and was turning out
metal bandeaus for shrapnel shells.
Incidentally he knew that a majority
of the workers in both factory and
foundry were voters. Whereupon the
congressman's opinions underwent
an interesting change.
"While," said he, "we must not per
mit ourselves to be carried away on
the flood tide of hysteria, we must
nevertheless be alive to the necessity
for adequate national defense. We
must remember the fate of Belgium."
Moral: Be it ever so humble there's
no place like the home district
ENGLISH DUCAL CORONET FOR
THE "PAJAMA GIRL"
May Ethridge, the "neat little,
sweet little Pajama girl" of the Lon
don Gaiety, may soon wear a ducal
coronet She is now Lady Edward
Fitzgerald, and her husband is heir
to the title and estates of his brother,
Duke of Leinster, recently killed in
F. B. Walker of Ruby, Alaska, who
is visiting relatives in Wallingford,
Vt, owns the third largest nugget
ever found in Alaska. It weighs 7y2
pounds. The value is $1,914.
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