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;mE STORY Tilth FAR
lYO, FULTON, multimillionaire.
kmr. KDWARII 11. MIKION,
i U'rolnff to she thre of hla heirs.
I 10 nlm iiuimhhi npiece ana in
i he. In their home town. Hlllerton.
they Irel the, money. Whether they
Ci. Balance oi nis esiaie iiu uei'vim
ow they usa the first legacy.
act-IS men auvenmeu inai rwimi
Kin Hnuth America. Just nt that
,VMr. John Smith" appears In lllller
Bt , hk Im a rpmnlp rnnnectlon
the Blalsdell family .(the Fulton heirs)
id In la then to get material for a honk
W their history. He meet" the Fuitnn
ltr.7fAMKS ItLAISnKI.I., a real eatnte
tiriMAH lll,.vi?Tlir.l.l., a griK-vr. riuu
I Jfl.AIlir,l,l. a iirrBBmnKpr ..in-..
I BLAINDKI.I. la a aoclal rllmher.
,FRAKK DLAINDKLL believes a
f aavea la a penny RBineu
hj-BTverywhere jonn smun goea no nenra
. "J . .. ..... .. aIa l,..rr 1 Ihn
'j'Hhter.'iy hla drat wife of the sernnil .
VtitaXaM of the mother of the Ilia sdella
A IRthBa aacrlflced heraelf to her tna!lcl I
(' a, nU;il)1 iliin aunt in iiiii"""" ' "
iV Sa MiSMsfi tf lh ntfllSiitll family
, ilr. Smith toes to room with Mr. Frank
C1I. Jt mk8 me anuvmer i" "'
mCMJCENT. v.hu han tw-en dcnlM
rtttr thing because of her mother's
us l.alf II Inn
Mr Rmllh visiting Mrs. Jamea Hlalsrlell.
JMM poor Maggie. She la forty-live eara
M, but she la alight as a girl anil good
iftjook at.
ht&S in' tyrrn tt ir,..:..,..
V?-IS.Vr X C'1- J'T IV.01IHHIH.11 I
.TT WAS that afternoon that .Mr. srann
.'aVbeean systematically to gather ma-
.Iterial for his Blalsdell hoon. tie puia
.rirt.vlalt hvttirna nil the Hlllerton Dials-
' wjosVha decided: then, when he had ex-
.aasxeu nieir iwuuttc. n ....., ...
ae, turn to the town TecoruB ami
iterles of Hlllerton and the nelsh-
;Ivtna;es.
d with a nenell and a ery husl-
Iko looking; notebock, therefore, he
el it : oclocK for tne nomo oi
i Blalsdell. Rememberlnc Mr. Blals.
' kind nermtsalnn to come and ak
-thei questions he liked, he deemed It
Inar to begin there.
IK had nr. trnuhlp In flndlnir the house.
?W,iiK there was no one In sight this time,
!;,;. ne aacenaea me bhijs. , me iito
'it bout to rintr the bell when around
vi'fiorneF of thn veranda came a hur-
ife.mil step and a warnlnp voice.
gjtfht? Isn't It something that I can do
?U..J. cmllh .i...tt cl.nrr.lv. Ttp tlinllcht
e.mAi t frrim trip trim. Rlender flirure.
V mm! the waving; hair above the gracefully
"livliert haarl. that he was confronting a
fiWrun woman. Then he saw the sliver
WSf? ffflng for Mrs. Blal-dril-
"Ur, James Blalsdell." he answered, nu
. iZ t.i. i..i
nJOh. you're Mr. Smith. Aren't you Mr
nlthr' She smiled brightly, then went
3Tbefore he could reply. "Hu see.
Stnny told me. He described you per
Jtctly." r.IfM.. a HMaa walVifrtWia U'Pilf 11 tl
'rOh, did he? The young rascal! I
tCy jl snouiu ue i-u.ncu v ..v. .
t description.; ,, o ...
ie owier lauRiieu. i. cn,
I.. 11 1 .In. niitiantiprt?
fPouW you like to hear it really?"
Irr certainly should. I've already col-
. .j -.MAa nr nonnva npsrrin-
yien OilIUlitBl V. Ji-aa".! "
Sit
Author of "Polly anna"
B" '. i -i .' " ,' s
v I '''
She amileil brightl). "Oh, )ou'rc Air. Smith," he faiil
K-iwivM"
SnThr. vn., nhail havo this one.
wa. "'i J-i." .YL-.." ivr. .vrf him tn
.r. omnn. oho i J" J,' 1
r;and droppea easuy imu " "'-
1 .. .nil nnrl Tint
lenny saia your were .mi .-.
tht,you had a wreath of Ight hair
T,r,,Vij . inh elpm that
'Cltoped as even as Mr. Pennock s
yr rZzZr .,.. r iins. without
,i "".'-'-- - ,,, nn...
va. nun "'""-C--'i
ratir eyes saia. iuiuc "
Ilk tfenny did pretty well."
bp"fc'I Judge, y."5.you rcoBiiiju ...
4SSotany dStaWty." rejoined Mr
SSthiwt dryly. "But you lou,
k't?aPT5ou have the advantage of me.
- . m ii.j aisnis tA mo MM
1-n.l.mlflcflntlV.
la'm lust here to help out. Mrs
ktodell Is 111 upstairs one 01 ner
oches. That is why I asked you
luto ring, sne geiH ro wnuua V."
". .mt"P ea tki.tn tt'a rnllprw.
'"". "" ."cw'""'",". ;.iVm
mat sne w:,.""'' " :
i; ar.d she nurries mi mm uc,...j. .
isy. i noupn vnu noi it iiuh.
cn. fcj -.-- .:--. ,,.
srButahe Isn't seriously m;
tTir. nn. lust a headache. She has
em cfttsn. You wanted to see her?
l.."Ts. But It's not tmporiani ui
tT Another time, just aa ni-n ...
P&Pwh. for the booh,' of course. Oh.
SiTAi; 1 have heard about that, too."
-,., smiled again brigntiy. "
r-5ft.wlt? Mr. Blalsdell will soon be
Kfiwev He' coming early so I can go
ine i nave to go nome.
i?-i r..ee f. nnmn t Tlllff"
"You don't mean 'Poor Maggie 1
'flfot' until the words were out uiu air.
I'E.aaWuh r-pallxp nnltn how tney noma
QiSmnflr "Er ah that Is" He stum-flCV--mlsoiaWy.
and she came to his
"Ol'yes. I'm 'Poor Maggie " There
&D Oau tonieilliiiR in " -i..-
-face that Mr. Smith could not
10m. He was gropir.K iui !"""-
: anythlns to say, wnen Buuunn..
,,, a sound behind them, and
little woman at his side prang to
Blalsdell
m
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rnr.
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ift?
&a.ievui.Haitlr. vou came down'" she
If r i iti fin i 1 an Mra. Jarr
EffinZ3"K."i
Mrs. James
"StjjrWied the screen door and stepped out
r&t0ith9.vrranaa. nere jh. ..-
'?CT.' iicfi- Smith."
S?i5fh.,'lt'a only Mr. Smith'" With a
afWaki-Wry like annoyance airs. hiib
ri3Eikdvayncedand held out her hand.
r'i-r.r aaaaaaa 'UUtlTAl HHIF mill liri I1UII llUIIrl uav
;t?;.ar OKea pie. "' """ "
;-i'r yaatMHy about one ear below a some
X$ SSitt- twisted pyramid of puffs. Hei
L--ftweUough manifestly an expenslv.
"'i'',JI heard voices, and I thought
lOawauPntir had come a caller. So I
. - - - "
KS-
II
I'm elad if you're better." smiled
ii,Maglc. "Then I'll go. if you
nt. mind. air. nmrni nfl uumc ...
"TOU some questions. Hattie. Goou-
U"- With another cheery smile ana
ea io air. cmiui, ic u.sii"; j
th pair her hurrying down a side
-to tne Biieei.
m
i r"v""'irou''.caIIed to ask some questions?'
.,'i.ai..i ni3u,ipii ,mli lane-uldlv Into a
.f'Aiii.ut the 'Blalsdell family yes.
7 . .A.i.n .In. ....an ..mi n "p
peruaps iiui.iici ..;, .ic. .
tg tter, Mrs. Blalsdell."
m. no. Bne smueu a nine muic
ally. "I can answer today as well
avny time tnougn not. sure i can
you very mucn, cirr,
.'4i.iv It'a ttnp vnu nrp maklnir
beek,,. though. Some way It gives
ly sucn a sianuim io ue wriiicii
Lnai. iuii t Jiuu .iiiiin. nw ...u
tsaeus are reauy a very iiiuo
-ine nf the oldest In Hlllerton.
i of course, they haven't much
t to find a good deal of ma-
'here, then, if they have lived
"" -.- !....
X suppose an. iuw, wiimi isn
OUT Of course, I can tell you
own lamiiy. aiy nunuanu io
1 estate business. You knew
in't you? Terhaps you see The
.te journal, isib jiiciuid ao
r ago last June, inere was
ip on Hlllerton. 1 was in u.
-an mere wasn t muui nwuui
,1'r. trot other clInnlngB with
you'd like to see them where
ea, ana oeen iiosicdb, mm n
knowJ
ith took out his notebook and
me ee. Mrs. Blalsdell. your lius-
fathera name was nuiuu, . uc
What was hi, mother's maiden,
-""j:'
r laivineira niaaueit hoiiid . w...
111.' uur utile gin is nameu iur
Mile, you Know you saw ner laai
lm wanted to. so I let him. It's
v name Klltabeth still. 11
ft little old-fashioned now. don't
T . UT C9urs we areaii-iouo m
eilUfla JUS. rilEUl. lur uvi
A young lady aoon coming
cant ie too particular.
asa why I wanted to ret
itlu Woat Side.. I mean.
ko ta anyV4yiilYa ea the .
West Side In Hlllerton. You'll soon findl
that out"
"No doubt, no doubt ! And your
mother Blaisdell's surname?" Mr.
Smith's pencil was poised over the open
nntpbook.
"Surname? Mother Blals-dcii's? Oh,
before she ivai married 1 nee. Hut,
dear me 1 don't know, r suppose Jim
will, or Flora, or ma.Uie Kr.ink though
I don't bellpve he will, unless her folks
kept groceries. Did j ml ecr nee any
body that didn't know an thing but
groceries like Frank HlalMlell? The
lady sighed and shrugged her somewhat
heavy shoulders with an exprebsixe
glance.
Mr Smith -milled understanding.
"Oh well. It's good to be Interested
In one's business, "U know"
"But such a business; raurni-mi me
ladv. with another shrug.
"Then you can't tell me Mrs. T.ufus
Blalidell's surname?"
"Xo But Jim Oh. I'll tell you who
will know." she broke off Interestedly .
"and that's Maggie Duff You saw her
here a few minutes ago, you know
Father Duff's got all of Mother Ulais
dell's papers and diaries. Oh, Maggie
can tell you a lot of things. Poor
Mm-Hp! rtpnnv savs If wc w ant any
thing we ask Aunt Maggie, and 1 don t
know but he's right. And here 1 am,
sending you to her, to soon !'
"Very well, then." smiled Mr. Smith
"I don't see but what 1 shall hae to
lnterlew Miss Maggie, and Mis'? Flora.
Is there nothing more, then, that you
can tell me?"
"Well there's Fred, my son lou
haven't seen him yet. We're ery proud
of Fred. He's nt the head of his
cla--s. pnd he's going to college and be
a lawyer. And that's another reason
why 1 wanted to come ocr to this
tjijj. on Fred's account. I want him
to meet the right sort of people. You
know It helps so much '. We think we re
going to 'lave Fred a big man some
d-iy "
"A.,,1 li,. u-fls born. when?" Mr.
Smith's ptncil was Mill poised above an
almost entirely blank page.
"He's seventeen He'll be eighteen
Ihn Inth nf npvt month
"And Miss Besslrt. and Benny?"
"Oh, she's sixteen She'll be sev
enteen next winter. She wants to come
on then, bft I think I shall wait a
little, i-he's so very young: though Cussle
Pennock's out. and she's only seven
teen, and th.: Pennocks are some of our
very best people. They're the richest
folks In town, you know"
"And Penny was born when?
"He's eight or rather nine, next Tues-ri-i-.-
npar mp. Mr. Smith, don't you
war.t anything but dates? They're tire
some things, I think make one feel so
old vnu know and It shows UP how
many years you'e been married. Don't
you think so? But maybe you're a
bachelor."
"Yes. I'm a bachelor.
"Are ou. indeed? Well, you miss a
lo o course, home and wife and chil
dren. Still you gain some things You
arn't tied down, and you don't ,ae so
much to worry ahout Is your mother
living, or your father?"
"Nn. I hae no near relathes." Mr
Smith stirred, ai little uneasily, and
adjusted his book. "Perhaps, now, Mrs.
Blalsdell, you can give me your own
maiden name."
"Oh, yes. I can give you that : She
laughed and bridled self-consciously.
"But ou needn't ask when I was born,
for I shan't tell you, if you do. My
name was Hattie Snow "
" 'Harriet.' I presume " Mr. Smith's
pencil was busily at work.
"Yes Harriet Snow. And the Snows
we re Just as good as the Blalsdells. if T
do tay It, There were a lot that want
ed me oh, I was pretty then, Mr.
Smith" She laughed, and hrldled again
self-consciously. "But I took Jim. He
was handsome then, very blp dark ees
and dark hair, and so dreamy and poetical-looking;
and there wasn't a girl
that hadn't set her cap for him. And
he's been a good husb.-yid to me To
lie sure, he Isn't quite so ambitious as
h- mlcht be. nerhans I nlwavs did
believe In being somebody, and getting
somewhere. Don't vou? But Jim he's
always for hanging back and saying how
much it'll cost. Then to one he doesn't
end un by Baying we cant afford it
He's like Jane Frank's wife, where
you board, you know only Jane's worse
than Jim ever tnougnt or neing sne
won't spend een what she's got. If
she's got ten dollars, she won't spend
but five cents. If ehe can help it. Now,
I believe In taking some comfort as you
go along. But Jane greatest saver I
eer did see Better look out, Mr.
Smith, that she doesn t try to save
feeding )ou at all"' she finished merrily.
THE DAIL Y NOVELETTE
MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY
7y Adelaide R. Kemp
Bl
"I'm not worrying!" Mr Smith
smiled cheerily, snapped his book shut
and got to his teet. ,,,,.
"Oh. won't you wait for Mr. Blalsdell?
He can tell you more, I'm sure."
"Not todav. thank you At his office,
some time, I'll see Mr Blalsdell." mur
mured Mr. Smith, with an odd haste.
"Iut I thank you vcr much. Mrs. Blals
dell," he bowed In farewell.
CHAPTER V
In Miss Floras Album
IT WAS the next afternoon that Mr.
Smith Inquired his wav to the home
of Miss Flora Blalsdell. He found it to
be a shabby little cottage on a side
street Mls Flora herself answered his
knock, peering at him anxiously with
her near-sighted eyes.
Mr. Smith lifted his hat.
"(lood afternoon. Miss Blalsdell. he
began with a deferential bow. I am
wondering If you could tell me some
thing of vour fathers family.
iii.. TTt-m nlatnlv nle.ir.ed. but flus
tered, stepped back for him to enter.
"Oh. Mr Smith, come In. come In I I m
sure I'm glad to tell you any h ng I
know." she lieamen.usneriiiK mm "."
unmistakably little-used "front room.
"But ou really ought to go to Maggie
I can tell vou some things, but Maggie s
got the Bible. Mother had It. you know,
and It's all among her things. And of
course we had to let it stay, as long
as Father Duff lives. He doesn't want
anything touched Poor Maggie she
tried to get 'em for us: but. mercy' sho
never tried ut once. But I've got some
things. I've got pictures of n. lot of
them, and most of them I know quite
10 Ar.'she1, 'spoke she picked up from the
tnble a big red plush photograph album.
Seating hlrself at his side she opened
It! and began to tell him of the pictures,
one by one. .
She did, indeed, know "quite a lot of
most of them Tintypes, portraying stiff
ly held hands nnd staring eyes. ghostl
reproductions of daguerreotypes nf
stern-1 pped men ami women, m -time
"lock and kerchief, photngraphr
nf htllted family groups after the ne-ls-mlne-and-I-nm-hls"
variety ; snap
shots of adorable babies with I'lurreil
thumbs and noes never had air.
Smith seen their like before.
Polltelv he listened. Busily, from
time to time, be Jotted down a name
or date. Then, suddenly, ns she turned
a page, he gae an Involuntary start.
He was looking at a pictured face. cl
dentlv cut from a magazine.
"Why, what who he s-tam-
"That? Oh. that's Mr. iSilton. the
millionaire, you know." Miss Floras
hands fluttered over the page a little
Importantly, adjusting a corner of the
print. "You must have seen his pic
ture It's been everywhere. He s our
cousin, ton."
"Oh, Is he?"
"Yes, 'way back somewhere I can't
tell jou just how, only I know he is.
His mother was a Blalsdell. That's why
I've always been so Interested In him.
and read everything I could In the pa
pers and magazines, you know."
"Oh, I see." Mr John Smith's voice
had become a little uncertain.
"v., tTp nln't erv handsome, is
he?" Miss Flora's eyes were musingly
np,l nn the nleture before her which
was well, nerhans: Mr. John Smith's
face was a study just then.
"Kr n-no, he isn't "
"But he's turrlbly rich, T s pose. I
wonder how it feels to have so much
money."
There being no reply to this, Miss
Flora went on, after a moment.
"It must b awful nice to buy what
you want: I mean, without fretting
about how much it costs. I never did.
Bui I'd like to."
"What would you do if you could
If you had the money, I mean?" queried
Mr Smith, almost eagerly.
Miss Flora laughed,
"Well, there's three things I know I'd
do. They're silly, of course, but they're
what I want. It's a phonygraph. and
to see Niagara Fajls, and to go Into
Noell's restaurant and order what I
want without even looking a,t the
prices after 'cm. Now you're laughing
at me'"
"Laughing? Not a bit of It!" There
was a curious elation In Mr. Smlth'a
voice. "What's more, I hope you'll get
them some time."
Miss Flora sighed. Her face looked
(suddenly pinched and old.
"I shan't. I couldn't, you know. Why,
thei
scraper until his feet burned before
entering Miss Bassett's Immaculate
kitchen with his strawberries. She was
famed for being, the neatest housekeeper
In Wcstbury. Microbes hurried by her
door, but never entered, nnd It would
hne seemed a sacrilege to have car
ried dust Into that speckless domain.
"Come in, Robert." sho called In her
firm, clear voice. Here ngaln she was
different Nobody else ever called him
by the name his godfathers and god
mothers had given him, unless Indeed
It was father at certain unforgettable
times when he desired nn Interview In
the woodshed He looked with admiring
eyes on the spotless floor nnd shining
s'ove, while Miss Bassett emptied the
luscious fruit Into a big jellovv bowl.
Still he thought fondly of the old kitchen
at home, and the couch, sagged by many
a Jolly ride on Its springs with Tiger,
the nnclent family cat. Also In the
corner was the pleasant table full or
fathers' farm Journals and mothers
big work basket, generally j awning; with
his stockings full of darning holes.
"Mary Is going to have a larger gar
den than usual this year, Isn t she7
asked Miss Basett as she counted the
money Into Buhby's hand out of her
tidy apron pocket ,,,i
Bubby did not answer for a moment.
He wondered If she noticed his grimy
knocklcs. Mary had warned hlm before
he left home to scrub up.
Ycs'ni." he finally said In answer to
her questUn "She wants lo la?'
anough vegetables to can a Jot for
moth!?, besides all she sells She , pay.
me commission too," he added Proudlj.
Miss Bassett smiled. "Mary's a smart
neV ffl "& M.M&
'"UiibT.lked "o hear his sister praised
and his estimation of Miss Bassett rose
especially when she returned from the
pantry vvith two sugared doughnuts.
They had not had anything as unwar
llke us that for several months at home.
He told Mary of his conversation with
Miss Bassett on his return. Mary smiled
dreamily, although there was a sad ex
pression In her blue eyes that had been
there quite often of late. She took the
money that Bubbv gave her and left a
shining nickel In his hand, not even no
ticing the dirt, much to her young broth
er's wonderment True, she did prefer
the freedom of the out-of-door life to the
closed schoolroom Yet last winter had
been very happy in moic ways than one
in the distant town where she had
taught, especially after she had met Ted
Wlnthrop at the club dance. The admira
tion had been apparently mutual, and
many pleasant evenings were spent to
gether. Mary fast lost her heart to the
strapping young fellow All went well
until one evening the course of the con
versation turned to the subject of women
taking men's places In various occupa
tions. Ted, not knowing Mary's particu
lar hobby, spoke rather warmly against
girls trying to farm Mary, like all the
other membets of her family, was In
t nsely patriotic and very proud of her
older brother John, who had been theso
many months in France, leaving his girl
bride (another Mary, by the way) at
home with them So her spark of temper
came to the surface and sho spoke some
tilings io ner lasting regret. However,
the deed was done, for he lpft invert lm.
meaiateiy. anu she mil not hear from or
see him again. So this summer was not
such a happy one as those previous had
been, for down In her heart there was
always an uchlng spot.
..However, the waim days came nnd
Marv s energy and patience -were re
warded by successful crops, which not
only swelled her bank account, but
helped very materially to fill her moth
er b store closet In the cellar. Bubbv,
too, showed such business ability that
his nickels came quite fnst and were
spent for loilypops or fish hooks or
whatever else he deemed necessary at
the time for his own welfare. Unfor
tunately he awoke one morning to find
he had developed a fine case of mumps
over night. This meant ten days' im
prisonment nt the least. He tried to
Play the glad game and feel thankful
they had not put In an nppearanco the
week before when the circus wrTfi In
tOWn Still, lie drew tV altrrt na Via an,.'
LMnry. trimly dressed In white, go down,
inu iuu wim a uasKei of peas on her
arm to deliver to Miss Bassett herself.
Alas, it was Saturday, too, the day she
always made sugared doughnuts, many
of which Bubby had sampled. Marv,
with no Idea of her young brother's re
grets or sighs, walked along the shadv
road, her mind busy with thoughts o"f
other things.
Indeed, so occupied was she that It
was with surprise that she found her
self so soon in front of Miss Bassett's
nualnt old-fashioned farmhouse. Not
standing In quite as much awe of the
.spotless kitchen ns Bubby. she entered
quickly nnd was fairly In the room be
fore she noticed a khakl-clad figure
sitting In the little rocker by the win
dow. "This Is my nephew. Ted Wlnthrop.
Mary," said Miss Bassett with a proud
smile. "He expects to be In France
soon."
The figure by the window rose quick
ly while Mary, murmuring some unin
telligible remark about having met him
before, dropped her basket and fled,
much to Miss Bassett's astonishment.
Scarcely heeding the road, she hurried
home and up to her room, there to
speedily change her light frock for a
khaki skirt and stout little garden shoes
and then out to her beloved garden.
Her mind was tn a whirl. Ted Wln
throp was Miss Bassett's nephew and
he was going to France soon.
Sho hardly knew whether she was
picking peas or beans. She heard noth
ing until a tall figure stepped up to her
side and strong arms held her close
while Ted'o dear familiar voice whis
pered In her car, ".Mary, Mary, quite
contrary, how does your garden grow?"
Explanations, although unnecessary,
were soon made, for he had lost no
time In carrying out his beloved project
to join the boys "over there." Mary
offered her most humble apologies fer
Tomorrow's Complete Xovclcttc
"TENNIS."
Her Reply
"Money won't buy hupiilness,
my dear."
"No, hut it will buy a, lot of the
things that vftould make me
happy."
.' 'h
"DREAMLAND ADVENTURES"
By DADDY
'OLD KING CROW"
a complete, mew adventure each iceck, bculnnlnp Monday dnd ending Saturday.
CHAPTER III
In the Poner of the Ogre
(Pcoai, oolng urtth the Xtght
Hawks; the Owls and 4he IVhip-Poor-WUte,
to attack, the Crows, Is
startled to learn' that the King of
Crows is an ogre and magician.
She plans to capture hlin.f
SCOUT NIGHT HAWK guided the,
attacking party over the treetops to
ward the center of the gloomy, silent
woods. It was now quite dark even In
the sky above the forest, while down be
low It seemed pitch black. High In the
heavens the stars were twinkling
brightly. Occasionally Peggy saw n.
flash of light below Could It be water
reflecting the starlight? No, for the
flashes came where the trees were thick
est and sometimes from high up among
tho trees. Did the Crows havo watchmen
who carried flashlights?
"What are those sparks of !lgnt7" she
whispered to Brownie Owl.
"Fireflies 1" answered Brownlo Owt.
"They are fine to eat on a chilly night."
Peggy didn't think they would be fine
to eat at any time. Sho watched them
with fnscinated Interest as they sparkled
here, there and everywhere by the dozens
n - . ...j ...- ..
f,oerrE.tnJBht,CSS Wrda an nulckly?K that a'regur llgntBwufd.Cnm;
loriveii. seemed tn nrlri tn tho invBinHniia -t.-.i-
ness of the woods at night. Peggy hopea
they .were not keeping the Crows nwaks.
Scout Night Hawk flew until thev
Bubby, gazing out of tho window.
was somewhat surprised, to say the
least, when his sister came up the path
wnn a inn soiaier arm annul ner came Io a cmun nf tr. hiok.. ik, ,;
waltt and her pretty face covered with 'others. higher than the
uiuBiirt.. i iien me luinuy nau some
what recovered from their own as
tonishment, Bubby took Tiger under his
arm and went out on the old couch. He
had read a good many of his father's
papers and was somewhat of a philoso
pher In his own small way.
"I suppose. Tlge, It's all right," bo,
said, addressing his old feline friend,
"and we will have another service flag
In tho window benlde John's. At the
same time It's things like that, Tlge,
that cause the shortage of farm labor."
Old KlnC Crow hnn Ills rai.p-r, ...
the foot of these trees," he chirped soft-
They urranged themselves in form of
attack, with the Night Hawks going
ahead, the Owls who were to seize King
Crow coming next, and then Peggy In
her chariot. The Whlp-Poor-WllIs
formed a rearguard, which was to fight
the way out if the Crows became
aroused after the capture of King Crow.
Plunging down among the trees
seemed to Peggy like dropping Into a
deep well It was so dark. The flashes
of the fireflies wer much brighter here
and by them Peggy caught quick
glimpses of laige nests In which were
sleeping Crows. There were Crows
perched also on the limbs of trees so
ninny of them that Peggy thought that
thev must be numbered by the thous
ands. Suppose they should wake up and
envelope the attacking army! It was
not pleasant to think about.
Peggy wondered how the Night Birds
could find their way through the mutky
blackness. They seemed very sure and
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There were crows pcrchade also on
the limbs of trees
confident, however, as they flitted
through the branches. Her chariot was
occasionally brushed by twigs, but the
Whlp-Poor-WllIs were very careful to
guard her agalnsc ,'eal barm.
At a signal from Scout Night Hawk,
the Birds carrying the chariot hunk
poised In the air. while the Owls nnd
Night Hawks sank lower to seek
King trow, it was very still In uiu
forest. The fireflies had vanished. Tn.
only sound was the rustling beat of tho
Whlp-Poor-Wllls' wings ns cy held the
chariot suspended.
All of a sudden there was a sharp,
snappy whirr. Swift moving forms
darted through the blackness in a sur
prise attack upon the Night Birds.
"The Bats ! The Bats have betrayed
us. Fly! Fly!" shrieked Scout Night
Hawk.
Instantly there was a flashing of
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lights as the fireflies threw their Blows
upon the fight. Following quickly came
a confused flapping roar as the Crows
awoke and took wing.
Feggy was beaten and half smothered
amidst a turmoil of feathers. Then she
felt herself dropping;, dropping. The
rush of the Crows had carried away
the Whlp-Poor-Wllls. Her chariot was
falling to the ground.
But It did not tumble with a thump
The canopy over the throne acted as A
parachute, breaking tho fall, so that
when the chariot finally crashed through
n mass of leaves and hit the ground,
Peggy felt only a sharp Jqlt.
Lights stfddenly blazed up all around
her, dazzling her for a moment. She
found herself in what at first appeared
to be a cavern, but vvhlcn was really only
a thick bower of shrubbery. The walls
seemed studded with tiny electric lights,
but a second look disclosed that the elec
tric lights wero almnlv mvriads nt fire
flies, flashing their rays so rapidly and
in sucn numners that tne glow was con
tinuous. Peggy was astonished then her aston
ishment turned to startled amazement
as she looked up and saw, gazing down
at her from a throne, the biggest, black
est Crow she had ever met.
The Crow was chuckling and shaking;
with evil glee.
"Surprise! Surprise, Princess Feggy!
Welcome to the court of King Crow!"
he croaked. Then he broke into a loud
laugh
"Caw! Caw! Caw!"
There was a threat In this laugh and
in this glee. JVnd the threat was em
phasized by the cruel gleam In the Crow's
beady eyes.
"Caw I Caw! Caw! This Is a pleas
ure not altogether unexpected. My spies
told me you were coming, nnd I have
waited up to receive you. Welcome to
Crows' Boost. We shall have a merry
.time. Princess Peggy. You shall dance
and then we shall feast." And he
chuckled In a way that mado Peggy's
blood run cold, for she remembered
what Brownie Owl had said about King:,- -i
i row.
"He's an ogre and a magician. He
charms birds and makes them dance
themselves to death ; then he cats them.t"
But he wouldn't charm her: he
wouldn't make her dance; he wouldn't
feast off her. Peggy tore her gaze away
from the fascinating glitter of his eyes',
arid fixed them steadfastly on his toes.
(Tomorrow will be told how a rival
in magic appears to test the powers
of King Crow in an effort to set
Peggy free.)
&Sffi3rPVrT) '
If I had the money, I shouldn't spend
It not for them things. I'd bo needing
shoes or a new dress. And I couldn't be
so rich I wouldn't notice what the prices
was of what I ate. But, then, I don't
believe anybody's that, not even him."
She pointed to the picture still open
before them
"No?" Mr. Smith, his eyes bent upon
the picture, was looking thoughtful. He
had the air of a man to whom has come
a brand-new, somewhat disconcerting
Idea.
Miss Flora, glancing from the man to
the picture and back again, gave a sud
den exclamation.
"There, now I know who It Is that you
remind me of, Mr. Smith. It's him Mr.
Fulton, there.'.
"F.h! What?" Mr. Smith looked not a
little startled.
"Something about the eyes and nose."
Miss Flora was still Interestedly compar
ing the man and the picture. "But, then,
that ain't so strange. You're a Blals
dell yourself. Didn't you bay you was a
Blalsdell?"
"Er y-yes, oh. yes. I'm a Blalsdell."
nodded Mr. Smith hastily. "Very likely
I've got the er Blalsdell nose. Eh?"
Then he turned a leaf of the album ab
ruptly, decidedly. "And who may this
be?" he demanded, pointing to a tin
type of a bright-faced young girl,
CONTINUED TOMORROW
The Achievement
A few strong turns of hand and wrist,
And Jo! the thing was done:
My name inscribed upon the list
Of those whose palm Is won
Almost surpassing man's belief
This deed achieved by me:
I found a tin of bully beef
That opened with Its key.
Civilians may not know It. but
To soldiers 'twill be plain,
That thus I havo contrived to cut
A niche within tho fane.
When and wherever soldiers meet
They shall not fall to speak
Of me and my astounding feat
Unparalleled, unique.
There may, where legions clash and
break.
Be braver heroes far.
(In point of fact, for England's sake,
I'm glad to think there are.)
They rouse if! me no envious grief:
I am content to bo
The Man Who Opened Bully Beef
With Its Appointed Key.
London Opinion.
Obedience
Samuel Grindstone waa a hustler of
the modern school. He believed in the Second Sight
gospel of speedlng-up. , , ,
Over every desk In his office he placed An ld W woman boarded a Mar
a large printed notice reading "Do It ket street car and seated herself beside
Now !" a fashionably dressed matron. Hcspcet-
But a week later, with tired fingers abllty Bhlftcd its skirts and edged
and exhausted air, he tore them all
aw a,
down.
"Hullo!" said a friend, dashing In on "Don't put on alrE," said the gvpsy
the ceremony of destruction. "What's woman. "You have, only 15 cents In
up! Doesn't huotllng pay? Going back your pocket."
to the old leisurely methods?"
"Yes, I am," snorted Grindstone.
"Hustling doesn't pay. I gave sixpence Brinned. It may have been kindness of
each for these notices, thinking they'd henrt that prompted one man to cause
spur my staff on to hard work." diversion. "Maybe you can tell how
WHERE THEY FLEW OFF
Swat Him ,
My temper mostly Is serene,
For vulgar strife I'm never keen;
'And yet I yearn to swat the man
Who's always' saying "different than."
Kce Maxwell, In Akron Times.
s
,, . . , . . London Opinion.
The Colonel (noted for his healthy appetite) I vo lost a couple or
buttons, off my tunic, Bodger.
Bat-man Ycsslr, I'd better bearch for 'em in the orflcer'a mess.
Just as She Wanted Him
In the soft firelight the boarding house
sitting room looked almost cozy and at
tractive. The warmth and comfort thaw
ed the heart nf the oldest lodger.
I think he Is the selfsame guy
Who makes me grit my teeth and cry
And doubt tho spread of education
He always calls It "Avv-Iatlon."
Ted Itoblnson. in Cleveland Plain
Dealer. The two descriptions make us think
You've landed on the selfsame gink
AVho our angora always gets
Because ho speaks of "cabarets."
Charley Leedy, In Youngst&wn 'Tele
gram. We've met him on tho dining car
When on vacations speeding far;
Our caprlcornls this duck gets
By ordering "egg omelettes."
--Houston Post
This doubtless is tho selfsame dub
You meet In office and In club
Who met Its Fate's severest stings
By gabbing of "these kind of things."
A Poor Barber
"It is a strange thing," said the pro
fessor. "I was shaved this morning by a
man who really is, I suppoae, a little
11
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3
I'M
In an expanslvo moment he turned to. above being a barber. I know of my
ward the landlady, who was his only 0WM knowledge that he studied at Held
companlon In the room, and, clasping dhcrg. and spent several years in
her hands fondly, murmured:
"Will you be my wife?"
omer toreign educational centers, r
know, also of my own knowledge, that
"Well?"
Great demand for the EVEN.NO
runi.10 I.KIKinil may cause you
to miss an Installment nf this very
Interesting story. You had better,
therefore, telephone or write to the
Circulation Department or ask your
newsdealer this afternoon to leaTe
the KVKNINd PUBLIC LKDOKIt at
your home.
much money I've got In my pockets," he
.'W-pll trip npt -pnlllt la thnt thpv'l'A
all acted on the motto. The chief cashier suBBested.
has bolted with the contents of the safe ; "Twenty dollars 'and eleven cents,"
my typist has eloped with my youngest said tho gypsy without hesitation.
son ; four Juniors came in yesterday to
ask for a raise ; and the office boy has
I admit the twenty," said the man.
"I have a twjenty-dollar bill ; but I
The woman did not start or bluoh. No he nas contributed scientific articles tc
our ueai magazines, anu has numbered
among his intimate ft lends men of the
highest Boclal and scientific standing ini
Europe. And yet," soliloquized the
professor, "he can't shave a man "de-
and are much too good a boarder to be cently."
put on the free list." Pearson's Weekly. "By Jove !" exclaimed young Rounder.
. In astonishment. "What Is he a barber
Thrift for w'ln all those accomplishments?"
The commercial traveler met Sandy, "ohl he ian'1 a barber," said the pro-
the canny one, emerging from the post fcssor- yawning. "You see, I shaved my-
maldenly coyness shone from her clear.
cold eyes. v
"No, sir," she replied with calm de
liberation. "I'm sorry, but I cannot mar
ry you. lou've been here four, years.
found a better Job and gone off to It." haven't the eleven cents."
Answers.
Oh yes,, you have," pjrslsted the
gypsy. "Feel In your right hand vc3t
pocket."
So the man felt there and pulled out
a dime and a penny he had forgotten.
Everybody was "sitting up and taking
notice" by this time. "Perhaps you can
Merely a Suggestion
N The tram-car was very crowded when
the rural couple got aboard. At the
door the young man looked down doubt
fully Into the pretty eyes of the blushing te u whcn tno war w, edr. sald ono
Driae.
"Do you think you can squeeze in
here?" he asked, dubiously.
Whereupon she put her lips to his car
and whispered very softly:
'Don't ou think, dearie, we'd better
office.
"Ah! Sandy!" cried the commercial,
"it is good to see a prosperous farmer
ns yourself not forgetful of his coun
try! You have been In tho postofllce
to purchase war bonds?"
"Nay," said Sandy easily.
"Oh
self this morning." Tit-Bits.
-
Cruel
Although he was a photographer he
was one of those marble-hear,ted, cold-as-lce
blokes who freeze you with a
Then, perhaps Vou have put a word or n slance.
"and
man.
"In six months," said the gypsy;
the Kaiser will commit suicide,"
A true story? I don't know I only
know it was told by a reliable man who
"heard It" from somebody else. And I
wait until we get to the hotel?" Pear- am willing to confess that It sounds too
son's Weekly. "good" to be true.
little money in the savings banks that lnele camo lo mm one aay a chatty
it may help the country?" joung thing who wanted her photo tak-
"Nay !" cn- I
"Well," said the traveler as' a last "You'll make my picture .pretty, won't
resort, "I .uppose that you have bought you?" she said, after a string of ingenl
a postal order to send to some poor us nnd useless remarks,
acquaintance?" "Certainly," said the bloke of bromide,
"Nay, I've been In to fill my fountain "but that will be sevcn-and-slx extra.'
pen?"- Idcab. London Ideas. "
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