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EVEPY SATURDAY tie 101 FICTION SECTION TWO SECTIONS. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1921. SECTION TWO. A COMPLETE STi 1 ( THE BOOSTER'S HONEYMOON m APLK - HONEY - KID!" Brtan Boru Blaney X v JL leocd from Pullman scat 25 and thus addressed himself to the sombro orbs of light becomingly net In tho features of the very new Mrs. IJlaney, that lady being comfortably cushioned in Pullman scat 27. "Sugar-boy-dear!" responded the pre viously matter-of-fact Betsy. Then, with a momentary lapse into sanity, she whispered: "Brian, the whole cor is looking at us!" Responslvo to the warning, Brian made a sudden movement, and several handfula of rico clattered to the floor from various parts of his clothing. "Darn that god-speed stuff!" he grumbled. "Tho more I aee of rico tho worse I hate Japa." no removed his hat and shook there from a miniature hailstorm. The en tire car tittered there was on excur sion of rather young Boston school ma'ama returning from San Bruno. Brian blushed to tho roots of his au burn hair, then his cheeks wrinkled to a broad grin. His was one of thoso tintnpnu t unhllrltv In anv form can never bo qulto distasteful. "Enjoy yourselves, girls!" he smiled, bowing to his appreciative audience On the lapel of his coat hung a bright blue button nearl ns large as a saucer anl libelrd: "BOOST FOB SAN BIUO." This token, as well as an formous harp-shaped Moral emblem wlmh reposed between their chairs, bearing the word "BOOST" In white cat-nations, was tho gift of the San Bruno Boosters' Club, which organiza tion had accompanied them to tho sta tion with enthusiasm, a brass band, and the city's surplus of overshoes. Brian's salute to the assembled schoolma'ams was well received by all save Betsy, who Bat for several min utes with her eyes averted toward tho whirling landscape. "Sugar," she said, at last, "I wish you'd take that thing" pointing to the Booster Button "and put It In your pocket. And I wish you'd give that" Indicating the floral emblem "to the porter. It reminds mo oi an Elks' fu neral." "Now, Candy-bag!" protested Brian, In a hurt tone, "wo ain't ashamed ot the home town, are we?" ''You bet we aren't!" agToed Betsy warmly. "And that's why I think It's tip to us not to make the homo town ridiculous." "Porter!" said Brian, with ono hand beckoning the menial anil tho other pointing out the lloral cmblom. "Bear sway tho tribute!" Ho slipped the booster button quietly -Oio his pocket. "You old dandy thing!" Thus she rewarded him. Ho sat nwhtlo in un natural silence. "Funny!" he said at last. "Thoso aro the very words Obrey O'Mallcy eald to me this mornlrj." "What words?" " 'Don't make tho home town ridicu lous. Y'know, whon the Boosters took us to the train, C. W. Ketchum pullln' my arm loose at the socket while kit tenish Sid IJIdlltz poured 18 cents' worth o' rico down my collar? Well, . old Obrey O'Mallcy led me aside for a ' minute. Undo Obe'a got moro sensn By. WALLACE IR " Illustrated by WILL B. JOHNSTONE Exciting Adventures of a Pair of Newlyweds Who Tried "Not to Be Hicks" in New York in his upper right-hand Eyelash than Ketchum can hire in I1I3 whole omen force. 'Brian,' says Obrey, 'you're go ing to see N'York for the first time. It's a great big town full o' things a young man can slip up on and fall over. I hope you won't think me Im pertinent, but I want co give you a word of advice don't bo a hick.' " "What's a hick?" asked Betsy. "A hick's a drcssed-up Rube out hunting for a shell game," he defined It. '"I've lived In N'York for forty 1 THE SEDATE GRILL ROOM WAS ENLIVENED BY DRAGGING A DAZZLED YOUTH AC years, O'Mallcy went on. 'and I know it from Wall Street to the Plaza. Tako It from me. It's up to the stranger com ing fresh from the clover to sing low, because every inhabitant of Manhat tan Island has got tho art ot financial transgressions down to a poisoned pel lot. The graft Industry is over crowded there, and N'York would nat urally starve if It wasn't for the man from home who comes piking down Broadway with his check-book In his band and a sprig of timothy over his ear. Lifelong practice at tho art of bunk has mado the N'Yorker so darned, canny they can steal your clothes, ship you homo In a borrowed nightie, ond make you think you'vo had a good time. So take an old man's tip. When you come In sight of tho Statue ot Liberty, step light, sing low; and, for Gawsh sake, don't let 'out know you'r e, hick" "Maybo we'd better go to Niagara Falls after all!" Betsy faltered. "I says to O'Malley," Brian went on, THE SIGHT OF A RED-HEADED ENTHUSIAST - TOWARD THE TELEPHONE BOOTH,