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HOLT (OINTY SKXTIXHI.. OllKGON. M1SSOU1U.. KM PAY. i?KBKUAKY 14. lOlSi.'
A Valentine Frame For His Latest Flame
IMii.i your tnlonllrti. ull! ynil. Uncle)
UiinV ashed I lie line Im.. mixing to
lie phiim tiil.
"Nil, Indeed; an ahc.id." iiiiM'iitoit hl
iiuele, fuiuhlllu: iniiiinvli.il ncivotnly
i with hU has. 1
"Yon pc. auntie." I lip emissary ex
plained. "Uncle Pan Mrn awful blue
heenue III' lltt! jjtrl wont with attoth
it follow. Ii made hint cross unrt
cranky, Inn I prr.iu.iiti-d him lo rend
hor :i valentine anil tell her he was
orry lie fuied wllh her. I wonted
liliu In semi Iter n henrr lll.c he helped
me make for Cynthia." he continued,
iintylng the card tlmt fastened the bos,
"Inn ttnelo Dan mid Hint might lie go.
liiK too fur."
"Wlml did Uncle l)un hiimiii by bo
Inn too fur?" lninlroit Ml Marvin half
mlcliletuiisly. hut hiding her pretty
, face In the Utile fellow's Huffy hair.
"I KUex he inciitit he loved lier, but
wiik iifr.itd In tell hor." Heeulntcd lan
"You have It right, younu'ter," Un
cle Dan touched ncrvoinly.
"If I luted n little girl I'd tell her
right out, mid I'd liUs her, too," declar
I'd the emissary poltlvely. "Undo Uiiii
ciys he's never lilted hU little ijlrl.
lMn't you think he aught?"
Oh. the lovely flowers!" erled Mlsj
Mi r In rapturously n she glnueed tit
the card pluneil to the bouquet. Then
iihe hid ii very ro.y fare back of the
fragrant hutirh at she held II us n
crccn iM'lween lier tind tin larger
"In yon like them, auntie?" asked
IMii Junior, putting lil amis about the
"Violet unit lllle of the v.illey ore
my fiivutlttH," she answered, resting n
hnriilJig cheek ngnlnit his tuilr.
"That'x what Uncle Dim said uhout
til.n little girl when wo picked the How
on Aunlle 1'Mu.i, I wish you were Un
ele 1 1. in' i lit t Jo girl; then you could be
my really, truly nuiitle. Why, how nil
your faeo l!"
"You're u wry, very foolh.li Utile
hoy," xlie ii Id, iutllng one tlnver half
playfully iirer hl reil llw,
"Well, I ilo whh it," he iiudMed.
, pulling the linger invay nud holding It
' in III chubby tiiiiid "I wonder who
Uncle P.tti's Utile gill In?" he mused,
turning the card pinned to the Imii
ipnt .ho he could read the name "Mis
IMii.i Mrirvlu, with sincere teurirds,
'1'ln'ii ln bulked tery long at hi Uu
to IMti ,iuil li.irk again Into the lovely
CUPID'S SPECIAL AGENT
A Story For St. Valentine's Day.
By ADDISON HOWARD OIB80N.
Copyright, 15II1. by American lr Ao
TaFT wan the morning of HI. Vitlen
1 tine's day, with the Joyous
liilghlneix which makes the Kelt
ritary day- In southern Califor
nia ii lenlli'ed dream of delight. The
winter rain mid muii-IiIuc had coaxed
l ho flowers In the Avery ganten Into
early bloom. Pan Avery noted thU us
ho nat Kmoklug In the ripcu alcove nud
pasted moodily ut Hie gient purple vio
lets and the shy Illy of the valley In
the anide bed of his brother's beau
tiful flower garden, He rcmomlicrcd
bitterly Iho.v were the favorites of the
girl with whom hi; had (piarreled ufter
the ball nl li. llolilcn's reeepllon.
"Uncle Dan, dou'i you know huiio
thing nUuit heart':"
Dan Avery turiii'd nud looked Into
the troubled face f III unall nephew
"Hearts!" he repealed, with a bitter
mile. "What do you want to know
about hearts, old man?"
Dan junior, about six year old,
brushed conxlugly ngainm big Dim's
leg an ho displayed u pair of scissors
In one hand and n large three corner
Ml piece of pink paper In the other.
"I'm trying to cut out n heart." he
explained, puxhlug the paper toward
hlH uncle. "If Valentino's- day, nud 1
want to make a heart for Cynthia and
take It. over to her house."
"Why don't you buy one for hor In
stead of haggling one out of papr?"
asked his uncle.
"Cynthia likes things hoi- friends
make for her Itcxt," Informed Dan Jim
tor. ''That's why I'm making this val
entine for her. Ye-Merdny I was very
misiy with Cynthia, and I didn't mean
to vend her n valentine. Hut I'm not
ironx at her today, mid 1 want to tlx
tip n heart with nonio pictures I've got
and take it over to her houso."
"Cynthia?" mused the young man
Mh she Miss Marvin's little nlis-eV"
"Yei. Cynthln's parents me dead, and
bc lives 'with hor grandma and her
auntie our iiinillc" Dan lunlnr ex
plained. "'Our untitle?' " ijuotwl Uncle Dan,
with ii peculiar light In his brown eye-.,
"Docs Miss Marvin object to ynur call
ing her auntie?"
"No;. alio likes me. Cynthln's auntie
sloes. Sbo says so."
"Does she? I wish she'd like me,"
sighed tbo young man bitterly.
"Maybe tdie would If you'd ask her.
Hut big fellows like you don't need
aunties," he opposed.
"Don't we? What do we need, then,
old man?" plnchlnx the cheek of
"You need to get as auatle for me,
not an auntie for 70a," iMghed Dta
Junior, resting hit elbowa on Uele
Dan's knees and watching the rsrtap
log of the paper heart
"Will you help me, Daa jualorr
"Sure thing, I'll help you. Ill at
Cynthia's auntie," said tte lltH fal
low seriously. "Usyhe shV-
"Wh.tl made you f.ill out with C.u
thla?" asked fiule Dan, carefully
trimming the heart In hN hand.
"Oh. she Id Clyde sit by her In Sun
day vhool luU Sunday. Then she let
til i it walk home with her ntnl curry
lier red par.iMil, Clyde' lhat boy" with
cnrlv I don't like to see a boy wear
curl", do you, Undo Iton? It makei
Vm look too glrly."
"Illuht you nn-. Dan Junior." laughed
"It madi me ery angry to have
Cynthia get su ihl"l. wllh Clyde, but
I'm over II today, and I'm going to
"And lhl paper hear! Is to be a
peace offering." observed Uncle Dan
as, having ilnlshed, he walclu-d Dan
Junior Inflect his work critically.
Then ho printed very cuefully round
the edge: "I love you. lie my valen
tine. Il's be friends again."
"I'd like to be friends wllh some one
ng.ilii," remarked I'licle Dan as his
hopeful uame-iako laboriously ilnlshed
"Did some III He gill forge i you same
as Cynthia did me?" persisted the In
Uncle Dan nodded Ids head gloomily.
Dan Junior drew nearer hi sympathy.
"Has she soft yellow hair like Cyn
thia's?" he Inquired.
"Yes," iitiHweied hN uncle.
"Is she bootlful us Cynthia?"
"More beautiful, old man."
"Does she divide her candy kisses
"Cynthia alwn does!" he announc
ed, with an nlr of triumph. "Does she
kiss you when you make up?"
"She won't let me kiss her." ion
fessed Uncle Dan.
"Don't she love you, Uncle Dan?"
"I wish I knew, klddo."
"Then why don't you send her a val
entine and tind out?"
"Thank you Jiut the same, old man,
but I don't believe I'll venture that
far." leturned Uncle Dan. "My little
girl loves flowers. What do you think
of flowers for u valentine?"
Dan Junior regarded the pink paper
heart la his hiiiid very lovingly; then
A Lsrg Hortfd Vlntin.
f V limit la brlrniiilnc o'er ulth lovt,
'1 And H Is sent lo you from iiif
H'a no sinull ultt tint you ri-celvr,
Far my heart's I.iikc. as you run
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But, thoufh my bssrt ts mlflity his,
I It still is srowlns. 7s, that's trus,
Bsctuss It swtlls sad swells and swstls
Kch monisnt thtl t think of you,
he tiMiI.ed froin the alrove Into the gar
den where the bright l'ebruary (tun
hliie was opening many n litnl on
plant and vine.
"I see." said Uncle Dan. "lVlsonab
ly you prefer the heait. Hut If you'll
help inn we'll gather some violets and
lilies of the valley In the garden. I'd
rather send thoo."
When n large bunch of flowers had
been gathered nud neatly arranged
with spmys of nsparagtis fern Dan
"Dim't you think she'll be sorry she
iiiaile you cros and cranky when she
sees thnt Isiilipiet?"
"I hope to soiiilncss sit,, will," said
"I'm sure she'i' love you now If Ao
"I hol e y ou'ie right, pmpliei," laugh
ed Uncle D.in. hugging hi ncphow
"Will you lake them to her yourself
when 1 take the heart to Cynthia?"
"I hnd thought of sending you with
my valentine," hesitated Uncle D.in.
"Voil'le my special agent today."
"What's n special agent. Uuelo Dan?"
"A fellow who undertakes a very Im
portant mission or duty for another,"
smiled Ills uncle.
"Well." laughed Dan Junior, "I'm u
special agent for Valentino's day. llui
you've got to go with me. Yes, sir,"
pulling at Uncle I tan's coal. "Come
mi. Does your little girl live near Cyn
thia?" "That's u seciei," whispered Uncle
Dan mysteriously, "You shall learn
Uncle Dan niriicd up the street with
him mid walked directly to Cynthia's
"Are you going lo wall for me?"
Msked Dan Junior.
"Certainly. I can't go without my
agent, can I?" appealed Uncle Dan.
Dan Junior smiled at tills display of
good comradeship on tho part, of his
young uncle. Then he pressed the
electric button on the door, peering
anxiously through the glass. Present
ly tho door was opened by a Iteautlful
young woman with eyes just the color
of the violets In the box In Uncle
Miss Edna Marvin's cheeks flushed
softly when she met tho eyo of the
"I've brought this to Cynthia," an
nounced Dan Junior, holding up tho
envcloiH'. "Uncle Dan came along,
because It's Valentine's day, and I'm
his special agent."
"Oh, I seo!" laughed Miss Marvin,
i recovering from her surprise. "Come
in," she Invited them.
"Thank you," said Uncle Dan in a
I strango voice, that made Dan junior
! filniV) f hint nu Mlia 1fa,t.li liahnrA.1
them luto the sunny parlor.
"Have seats," said Cynthia's auntie.
"Mamma nud Cynthia have gone over
to tho poatofflce, but they will be back
In a few minutes."
Dan junior looked disappointed; but,
seeing Uncle Dan place the box of
flowers on the piano stool, he said:
"You ought to see the valentine that
Uncle Dan has In that box for Ms lit
"Indeed! I should like to se It,"
smiled Miss Marvin.
"You wea't care If 1 show Auatle
"I wish vou wkiii: u.nci.k n in' i.irn.i:
Unshed face behind lis screen of ferns
"Why," he cried Joyously, "you are
Uncle Dan s little girl, and he never
told me!" Then he pulled his uncle
over to .Miss Marvin's side and put
their hands together.
"Now you can kiss mid make up,
Just like Cynthia nud I will," he ad
vised. "That's what wo luive Valen
tino's day for," hu added wisely. "Oh,
there's Cynthia now! 1 hear her lu
the yard. 1 must run mid surprise
her. She didn't expect I'd bring her a
valentine. You don't need mo for your
special agent suy more, do you, Undo
"No, I don't need you liny lougcr, old
limn. Hun away mid And Cynthia,"
ho directed as one urm stole unresist
nntly about the slender figure of Kdna
BAY LEAVES AID CUPID.
How On May Lsarn Identity of Fu
tura Llfs Partnsr.
Do you want to kuow who will be
your future husband or wife? Here is
one method of druwlug aside the veil
of the future. The night before St
Valentine's day pin u bay leaf to each
corner of your pillow and another to
the center. Name each leaf for a per
son of the opposite sex In whom you
are interested Then go to sleep, aud
if you dream of either of tbo live that
person Is to bo your valentine for life.
A not he: more heroic method has been
In vogue for hundreds of years, lie
move the yolk of u hard boiled egg and
llll the hollow with salt. Kat the egg,
shell, salt and all, after going to bed.
Then go to sleep-If you can without
speaking or drinking. You will dream
that some person brings you u drink,
which you will surely want, aud that
person Is to be the sharer of your fu
tare joys and sorrows.
Another method In vogue at Valen
tine parties Is for, u man to write the
uauies of several girls on slips of pa
per, roll the slips Into pellets of day
aid, drop them luto the water. The
girl named on the slip that lirst comes
to the surface Is his valentine.
J A Poem For St. Valentine's Day J
Ctpyright, 1913, by American Prttt Aitaalatlon.
SING of the parrot of Nary Ann Brow,
2f I J Which bird has achieved more than local r
E&kEI Because of the sentence suggestive it squalM
IsfVrj At every friend or acquaintance who calM,
The same being taught by the coy Nary Ann
For reasons we'd better not too closely scan,
But spiteful ones said in the quest of a man.
Maids, matrons and swains by Poll's statement were
"You'd better get married."
It may be the lady who, I must relate,
Was born at a distant and uncertain date,
With numerous summers and winters behind iter.
Concluded that suitors might need a reminder.
At least, so it worked in a specified case,
Which story a subsequent spasm must grace,
This one being now near the jumping off place.
Still Polly, mid squawkings nerve racking and varied,
Cried, "Better get married."
Bill Jones was a than with a void in his life,
Who'd already buried one overworked wife
And, needing some one to look after his brood,
Was in a receptive and Barkis-like mood.
Bill hadn't admitted this point, be it said,
But brain cells that lurked in the back of his hea4
Were ripe for suggestions that altarward led,
Such hints as that parrot bird's formula carried.
Of " Better get married."
When Fate lias two cases as ripe as were these
He makes the connections and turns on the keys.
Fate had in this instance a helper, the same . t
Being Mary Ann Brown, who, to help on the gaaac j
Sent Polly to Bill on St. Valentine's day.
Bill, searching around for the right thing to say.
Cried "Polly want a cracker?" the usual way.
This thrust conversational Poll deftly parried
By "Better get married."
Chat word had the touch psychological. Bill
Scratched his chin as he murmured, "By gravy, I will!
lie posted that night to see Mary Ann Brown,
And now the report has spread all over town
She soon will be Mary Ann Jones. Learn by thla
0 maids of all ages whose hearts pant (or bliss,
A parrot well trained might not come in amiss
To suggest, amid squawkings ear splitting and varied,
"You'd better get married."
I THE HEART OF TOMMY.
Th' teecher sezl've got a hart,
But teecher's off her trolley.
A MODEL VALENTINE.
It Can Bt Rtad Crosswit,
Down or Backward.
lien- I ii model valentine aaii ft
Iiiivi- Ih-i-ii u i ll ton by a young Kb
mini In hi-, sweetheart. The
fi-iitiiii- of till- valentine is that Ul
lie tend from left to right, from al
down nud In yeveml other direct
rroh-itvUe and buck, making fair I
aliiiu-U any way n person choo
read It. It l m follows:
V'mii- fur, -, mil toiiRii,
So ru. u Mwrtt,
I hen ilraiv,
Once on a time I had a hart,
But now it's owned by Mol
ly! A Valt ntins Kiss.
"A xl mum UlU vslciitlliK
1 iruM," tin mote lo her.
"I've jil.icod Ii underneath tlil Una.
I hoou .sun hum'i doiniir."
"I ilii uol vunil the lllw yuu anil,"
She anni.-il: "nui at all!
Uill Just lii-iMUmi It uas well mean!
I'll keen It till mi call."
O fate. ) tongue, O wit,
Willi frown, ivpli clierk, with nuait.
Winner nui. ex not. wound not.
Mini- fyr, mine enr, mine heart.
Till eye. lliU ejr, llila heurt,
Hlinll joy, ahull bend, almll swsar,
Yuur fat e, your tonuue, your wtt,
'I'oaeive, lo trutt, to fear.
I St. Valentin and Cupid.
Tlie real St. Valentine floutMadl
about l.'OO years ago. Cupid, wlw ftt
really more tniportuut lu celebr4Baj
ki. Valentine' day. is several hussfjaA
yeniw older. Yet Cupid In always
lured :is ii yuuiii. wuue hi, vaisi
U depleted with Hie dhoilty of a