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j TEN-MINUTE NOVELS TODAY?"Pet. Woffrajton," by Charles Reade. Condensation by Edward H. Crosby. TOMORROW?"Oirrer Twist," by Charles Dickens. ^5= ?? Charles Reade. English dramatist ?*?? noveHs:. was %orn at Tpsden, ?Oxfordshire, on June 8, 1814. ?J Although It was his wish that the word "dramatist" should stand first In the description of his occu READE the purpose of reforming abuses in prison discipline, and the treatment of criminals. Five other novels fol lowed In quick succession: "The Course of True Love Never Did Run ?Smooth." "Jack of All Trades," "The Autobiography of a Thief," "Love patlons. recorded on his tombstone. , Me Little, Love Me Long:." and and In his alms as an author, was : "White Lies," dramatized as "The dramatist first and novelist after-' Double Marriage." Then appeared ward, evei having an eye for stage \ "The Cloister and the Hearth," re effect in scene and situation; yet lating the adventures of the father It has been claimed that he was of Erasmus, a story of the fifteenth wrong in his own conception of his ! century. His next novel of note power as dramatist, as his plays j was "Hard Cash," a story of mod :tvere often failures, while his novels ern English life. ?have endured the test of time. Reade produced three elaborate . His first comedy. "The Ladies* studies of character ? "Griffith Battle." appeared at the Olympic Gaunt," "A Terrible Temptation" Theater in 1351; but his reputation snd "A Simpleton." He introduced as dramatist was made by the two-j himself in "A Terrible Temptation" act comedy. "Masks and Faces," in: as Dr. Rolfe. which he. collaborated with Tom He was au amateur of the violin. Tay.'or. By the advice of the ac-|and among his works is an essay tress, Laura Symons, he turned it j on Cremona violins, which is en into a prose story, which appeared I titled "A Lost Art Revived." In 1S53 as "Peg Woffington." A For some years Reade's health little later "Art" appeared, after- ' gradually failed. Ho died on April wards known as "Nance Oldfield." j 11. 1884. leaving behind him a com Reade was assured ?f a reputa- plete novel, "A Perilous Secret," t!on as a novelist when he publish- j which showed no falling off in the ?d "It's Never Too Late to Mend." (art of weaving a complicated plot This 1s a novel which he wrote with land devising thrilling situations. PEG WOFFINGTON By CHARLES READE (Condensation by Edward H. Crosby) Peg Wofflngton stood before the mir ror In her dressing room at the Thea-| ter Royal. Covent Garden, London. She vu alone with her thoughts and they were both serious and pleasant, if the play on her mobile features could be taken as a criterion- She was sum ming up her eventful career from the j time when but a child of S, cold, i ragged and hungry, she had been | found on the Desmond Quay in Dub- [ lln by an actress who undertook her professional education, to the present I moment, when, as the reigning actress , of the British capital, she had the; world at her feet. She was supreme : In tragedy and captivating in comedy ? and in private life brilliant as a con- J versationahst. wiih a wit as keen as it was delightful. And the reflection her glass threw ? back was one of rare beauty. An oval fac- crowned by tresses which > equalled the ebon^of the raven's plum-' \ge. lustrous eyes in which the emo- j tions constantly played an a poise that J nothing apparently could disturb. Yetj there was a curious expression on her j handsome features, a look which she ' nad never before witnessed. For Peg Wofflngton, for the first time in herj 'life, was in love. She had many admirers and quite j a few flirtations, but they had all. been ephemeral, as Peg Wofflngton could quickly detect idle flattery and j Edward If. Crosby was born In Boston, Mass., In 1859, and re ceived his education In thut elty. In 18&41 he became connected with the Ronton Pont and ban, since 1SUO. been dramatic critl? on that paper. He Is the author of many plays. Including "The ( atspaw," "The Cup of Memory" and "The Menace.** He wrote "Radlnna** and the "Evolution of Fred da.** He Is well known a* an Inven tor, hnvlnjt put on the market one of the first practicable dry storage batteries. He Is a mem ber of the IlOMton City Club. the svcophancies of the jeunesse doree which hung about her shrine. She was a woman of the world, keen, sus picious and cynical and while she toy ed with her gallants, her heart and soul were In her work. But one even ing she noticed in a box, a face new! to the theater. He was a man evi dently from the provinces, but ho | grjsed at h*r with undisguised admlra- j tlon. Night after night he was at: his post, listening attentively to every wcrd she spoke and with an unmistak able air of respect. She" waited, thinking like all the others, he would seek an interview but as time went on and he made no at tempt to bring about an acquaintance. Pec's curiosity was piqued and by guarded inquiries she learned that he was Ernest Vane, a country gentle man of means and reputed a bachelor. One night, however, Mr. Vane was brought to the green room by Sir Charles Pomander, a man about town who had long but unsuccessfully j sought to win Peg's fa\*or. Miss Wof i fington was not in the room when Mr. | Vane first arrived. He quickly adapted I himself to the noveLsurroundings and I lsunched into a eulogy of Peg's per sonal charms ind histrionic ability. During Mr. Vane's remarks Peg hod i entered the room and overheard her praises so eloquently sung, and, know | ing that Mr. Vane was unaware of her presence, she was impressed with his sincerity. Then they were intro I duced, and Mr. Vane was almost j speechless with admiration. All that j his imagination had painted was more ! than realized. Her beauty, her intelli ; pence, her graciousness?were over j powering, and Mr. Vane, in his em barrassment, could only stammer a few commonplaces. Here. Indeed, was j a novelty and her curiosity turned to I interest. She was still cautious and would j treat her now-found friend with vary ing moods, sometimes cordial and then i again coldly, but all the while she was ! learning more and more of the man [ who had come into her life. As she stood before her mirror, she 'was awaiting the arrival of Mr. Vane. I They had become warm friends, much more, on the part of Mr. Vane, who had openly declare^ his love and had sent her many tokens of his affection which Peg had accepted, but with her peculiar whim she had declined any thing save some inexpensive gift, tell ing her lover that It was the sentiment which she desired, not the intrinsic value of the present. She had decided to reveal to Mr. Vane that she. in turn, loved him, but the old, suspi cious feeling would not leave her. When they were alone together Pep placed her hands on Vane's shoulders, and. gazing fixedly into his eyes, said: "Ernest, we actresses make good the old proverb, 'Many lovers, few friends,' but no one outside our circle knows how much we need a friend. Will you be one to me?" And Ernest promised faithfully that he would, while life remained. Then she gave herself up to the in toxication of the moment. With all her adulation Pep was lonely. There had been no one to whom she could go and open her heart with a sense of security, and when Vane poured into her willing ear his avowals of undying love and devotion. Peg's hun gry soul drank in his words as the thirsty earth absorbs refreshing show ers. She was supremely happy, more so than she had ever dared to be. and the thought almost frightened her as she built dreams for a bright future. Sir Charles Pomander flid not at all relish the turn of affairs had taken. He had planned many schemes to win Peg's affection and when he wit nessed the triumph of one he regard ed as a rank outsider his love turned to hate. He endeavored insidiously to poison Vane s mind with stories of Peg Wofflngton's past life and on one occasion he was nearly success ful. Jam^s Triplet, a hanger-on at Covent Garden, was recognized by Peg as one who had befriended her in the early days of poverty. Triplet was a playwright and scene painter and to give him assistance Peg of fered him a commission to paint her 'CONGRESS??FIDDLESTICKS!" HOUSEWIVES VOW "WE'LL LOOK INTO FOOD COSTS OURSELVES" "MR. BUTCHER, WHAT PER CENT OF PROFIT DO TOC MAKE ON YOUR ME ATP* "TEN PER CENT." * N "YES, MIT HOW OFTEN DO YOU MAKE ITT" (ANY HOUSEWIFE TO ANY RETAILER.) American housewives are tired watt- 1 ' ing on "investigations" to reduce the | j cost of living. I livery truly good housewife has learned the enduring truth of the ad vice?"When you want a thing done i right?do it yourself"?and that is | precisely the unwritten inspiration of I the new determination of American i housewives to try "direct action" on j the retail merchant and the problem I of soaring food prices. Committee* A big movement, known as the i Women's National Economic Commit- | j tee, has Just been launched in New . York city. This organization is back I ed by mothers, business women, col- j ! lege graduates and domestic science j experts, and the women are out to j I Investigate the retailers of the coun- j try. I Twenty-two million women will be i I enrolled within two weeks' time and these women will pledge themselves j j to Interview their own butchers and ; i grocers by means of a printed ques- j tlonnaire which is now being sent to i housewives all over the country. This J personal quiz is not a political move, j it is a direct, personal investigation j which the women themselves will j ? carry out because they do 90 per cent | ! of the buying of the country. Secret j : facts and figures will be disclosed. Appropriations. Mrs. Charles D. Hirst of the Dally j portrait. Peg's visits to Triplet's studio were told by Sir Charles to Vane, as evidences of Peg's faithless ness, but the falsity of the charges i were soon proved and Vane's infatua | tlon was stronger than ever. Sir 1 Charles had almost abandoned hope I of defeating his rival until one day, I when returning to London from the ! country, he gave aspistance to a wo i man whose coach had become dis ! abled. Th* beauty of the lady so impressed ! Sir Charles that he sent his servant 1 to learn her Identity ar.d the man CREAM OF ICE CREAMS --and, Children, Too, --from 'teens to tots " -?like "THE VELVET KIND." It's an ideal summer food for children?cooling, easily as similated, nourishing and strengthening. It is as good for little "pink toes" in the cradle as for the children in their 'teens, and wise mothers have long known its value for "cool ing off ' the little ones just before the after noon nap or the evening bedtime. Bay It Every Day for Your Children Make sure that you are getting the best and purest ice cream by asking for it by Its Name Made by Chapin-Sacks Mfg. Co. Mud First StsN.L Franklin 4800 Food Alliance in New York, the first organization to affiliate with the Women's National Economic Com mittee, said today: "I do not see what will be done with the appropriations that Congress Is asking for In order to Investigate the high cost of living. How will 11,600.000 be spent in inves tigation? Women are tired of food commissions and Investigations, muni cipal, State and national. They have never cut the prices of food. "No, we mean to look Into this matter ourselves and we think that we can uncover the real profiteers with no cost at all. Womrn Real Power. ~One thing the retailer must re member, and that Is that the women who buy food are the real power in the country when it comes to price fixing. If they have never thought of It before, they will find it out now." According to an announcement made at headquarters of the new organiza tion at l2-2?3 East Seventeenth street. New York, the women believe that the stock of the grocers' shelves is large ly responsible for the high percentage of profit charged in retail prices. The daily turnover expected by the re tailer has never been fully Investi gated and this the women are deter mined must be learned Immediately. Federated club women are leading out in this organized fisht of Uic women against profiteering. brought hack word that she was Mrs. Ernest Vane. A deadly weapon was thus placed In Sir Charles' hands, but he refrained from making public id Information until the proper mo ment. A banquet had been arranged i by Mr. Vane In honor of Peg Woff ington and Sir Charles managed to have Mrs. Vane appear when the festivities were at their height. His scheme was successful and the effect of Mrs. Vane's advent was electric. Mr. Vane, not knowing that his wife was in town, was tilled with consternation, but Peg's tact did not desert her even in this trying mo ment and she Introduced those pres ent as members of the nobility. Mrs. Vane was not suspicious and accepted tho situation in good faith, but Trip let, who had brought verses in honor of Miss Woffington and being un aware of Mrs. Vane's identity, re vealed the true facts and the wife was heartbroken at her husband's in constancy. As for Peg she was furious at the deception placed upon her. She fully believed that Mr. Vane was free to woo her and then in a moment, her dreams were rudely shattered and her faith in mankind destroyed. She determined to take desperate re venge. She would keep Vane at her side in spite of the wife and then, when he was firmly in her toils, *he would publicly discard him. Filled with these thoughts she went to Triplet's studio where tho portrait he had painted was to be exhibited. The first glance showed the picture to be a wretched failure and even Triplet acknowledged his defeat. But thero was no time to lose for the critics were already approaching the studio. Peg. with a sudden inspira tion, cut the face from the portrait and. having arranged the draperies so that her body would be concealed, she placed her own features In the aperture. The comments of the con noisseurs was ludicrous, some declar ing there was not the slightest re semblance to the original, others that the flesh tints were imperfect and still others that the drawing was out or all proportions. When the opinions had been expressed. Peg came from behind the easel and expressed her views in true Milesian manner. Peg remained after the others had departed and told Triplet of her in tentions toward Mr. Vane. Unex pectedly Mrs. Vane knocked at the door of the studio. She had been fol lowed by Sir Charles Pomander ana 1 had sought refuge from his attentions. I Peg had no desire to meet Mrs. Vane, but there was not sufficient time to escape, so once more she went be hind thei easel and placed her face In the portrait Mn. Vane, after ex plaining her presence, noticed the pic ture and exclaimed: "You are a great artist. Mr. Triplet, the lJkeness actually breathes. Oh that she were here. Instead of this wonderful image of her. I wouia speak to her. I am not wise or leirn ed, but orators never pleaded ls I! would plead to her for my Ernest's heart." ^ She paused for a moment and then, addressing the picture, she contlniied: ! "Oh yes, you are beautiful, you are \ gifted and the eyes of thousands wait | on your every word and look. What i wonder that he, ardent, retined and genial, should lay his heart at your feet. I cannot take him from you, but oh be generous to the weak and give him back to me! Give him back to me. beautiful, terrible woman and 1 will love you longer than men can love!" Suddenly she started back with a wild scream. "It is alive!" she cried, and running to Triplet, hid her face on his j shoulder. For Peg had been so affected bji the I piteous appeal of the heart-broken j woman that with all her self-control she coul? not check the tears which! coursed down her cheeks. Peg or- j dered Triplet to leave the room and I when the two women were alone. Peg | turned to Mrs. Vane and said calmly: ' "I trust, madam, you will do me ? justice to believe I did not knowl Mr. Vane was married?" "I am sure of It," replied Mrs. I Vane. "You are as good as you I are gifted." Peg then promised to so degrade ! herself in Vane's eyes that he i would leave her in dlsguat. but to' this plan Mrs. Vane refusei to j agree. Finally Peg arrayed herseir} in Mrs. Vane's cloak and hood, i threw a note from the window to! Sir Charl<*u who was waiting be-1 low. which she knew would bring1 that worthy into the room and then ' despatched Triplet to summon Mr. | Vane to the studio, Mrs. Vane con- j cealing herself in an adjoining:: apartment. Sir Charles responded to the summons immediately and in | a moment was making violent love! to peg whom he mistook for Mrs. Vane. In the height of a most impas-| stoned scene. Vane entered and made the same error as did Sir} <"harles. Swords were drawn but I'egr disclosed herself before mat-1 ters became serious. The thoughts that his wife was beloved by an-, other produced such a shock to' Mr. Vane that he realized he still' loved her and the two departed to-j pether. leaving: Peg with her un happy thoughts. Peg Wofflngton never recovered' from this episode. She plung-ed, once more into her work, but life; had lost all its Interest. She did) not remain long on the stacre, but retired to private life and devotedl herself to charity. Mr. and Mrs.) Vane being her staunch friends J while she lived. Her grave in the i little churchyard of Teddington.! England, is the mecca of thousands' who pay tribute to the memory of! the actress and the woman. Copyright. 19".9. ? the P <*t l*ublisfcinr Oo. (The Boston Post'. Copyright in the United Kingdom, tbr T>.miriion>. it? Colonies and depen dencies under the copyright a<*t. by the Publishing <V)., Boston. tMsas , U. S. A. All rights r>-*Ti ed. (Published hf special nrrar.gerr.er.t with th? W-v Clure Ne-wsjnper Syndicate. A'.l rights reserved. SMALL "FIRST HATS" OF SILK Xow is the season of increasing de mand for small silk hats, "something simple but good-looking" for early au- ' tumn wear. It's a little too late fori straw, and a little too early for plush j and fur. and feathers?so the simple j silk hat ls THE thing. This charming ! model is of silver gray silk with a i ravishing wired bow of rose and sil- i vcr ribbon. The Man \\ ho Makes the Best Husband. By DOROTHY DIX. THE WORLD'S HIGHEST PAID WOMAN WRITER (Copyright, ml, Th? Wbwlar SyndicaU.) What kind of a roan makes the best husband? This Is a conundrum that mil lions of women are trying to solve, and. Judging by the amount of marital unhwlness we see about us, most ladles must be mighty1 poor guessers. Don't marry a man who Is what j Is called a ladles' man. who Is sloshing over with sentiment, and makes love beautifully and roman tically Women will run after him and he will hold other hands than yours while he explores the psychology of the feminine soul. Besides, tbe ability to make love Is an accomplishment so rare ana fascinating: that no man who pos sesses It can refrain from Pra"lc Ing It. any more than a man with | a tenor voice can keep from sing- , Don't marry a who has a mission in the world. All missions | lead away from home. The men | who are uplifting humanity on soap boxes at the corners of the street are generally letting their wives j bend over the wash tub In the | laundry. If charity doesn't begin | at home it never gets there. Don't marry a man who Is too i clever. Avoid a wit as you would the plague. The brilliant seldom scintillate In the family circle, and a witty hushand Is apt to find tnat a wife makes an admirable butt | for his Jokes. Don't marry a superior man. fc.v erv woman Is glad to sit at her husband's feet for a limited space of time and burn a reasonable j amount of Incense before him. but patient Grlzelda left few female descendants, and most of us have a pretty conceit of our own opinions and like to express them now and then. The days of Sir Oracle are gone out of fashion, and the hen. a? well as the cock, wants a share In ruling the roost. I The Romance of a Summer Girl H; 7-OE BBCKI.BT. Copyright. 1S1>, by N. E. A. .Dorothy, aged M, is .pending the rammer at Lively B-neh. hnvin* M.ked her Job and *WX> saving. ?? the chance of wlnnlnB ? hasbmd daring the summer. I he?e nre her letters home to Joan, her ckum.; No. 11 This is Part 2 of yesterday's letter. Joan dearest. I'm ustng you as a sort of diary. Tears from now. when we are dreary old maids, or the ha rassed mammas of a dozen babies each, we'll get out this correspond ence of ours, and warm our old hearts in Its afterglow. Well?wh^re did I leave oft. <Jn. yes. Eric Wallts and I. having finish ed our day's toil, went walking. ??Let's cut tho Inn." he said, hold ing my elbow with Just enough ttrm ness to mak'! me feel taken reces sion of anj just enough gentleness tj feel deferred to. "It's full of tabbies. I know a better place for dinner, can you tramp a mile?" _ ? Rather: m-i-ke It two If you like "We'll do the second coming home, l.e laughed "Meanwhile we'll make believe there's no such thing as worn, in the world." ?'I've often wondered what such a world would be lik^-nothmg but pret ty clothes and chocolate eclairs ana theaters and swimming and traveling and music and seaside cottages ana gardens and plenty of lime to reau and?" -Hold, pause, stop'*' he hrolc* n ?"Is this your ideal of happiness . "Certainly: it's every stenographers Ideal of happiness." "Oh drop the stenographer stuir. Tou're not my stenographer now; you're my?comradc. 1 don't like jour scheme of things. It Isn't human. Do you propose to have all these clothes and chocolate eclairs and cot ih. es and things in sellisli. solitary grandeur? Where docs love come In or isn't anything like that essential. "Tremendously so." said I ratnei breathlessly. That is why we are stenographers, lagging jour pardon for mentioning it again. Before stc itoggins was invented as a means oi self support for women, we had to marrv the first man who came along who could buy us the clothes ana in. eclairs and the cottage.- -No*~ * ended the obvious though' * itb an airv wave of my free arm. "Now you can afford to wait-aol choose th.- very nicest clothes, th. fattest eclairs, tlie handsomest co. tages. the best theaters-" "And the most suitable man. isu I It tho better way?" "It puts us* men at an awful dlsad vantage." he said, and would not let ,ve-an"-'?ke to funhei He In sisted on telling me about Francois. Dorit try to hide your face when people look at you TRY For a fret trial #/ s?af and ointment. write, Rest not, Bmiti>ncre, Md. Although that unsightly sUn eruption is conspi cuous, it may be overcome wrh Resinol Oint ment. Decide at once to give the healing med ication of this ointment a chance to correct your trouble. Best and speedier result^ are obtained by the joint use of Resinol Soap and Resinol Ointment This soap contains in a modified form the same soothing medication as is embodied in the ointment The combined use of the oint ment and soap seldom fails to relieve other annoying skin disorders on the body and limbs. i DIRECTION'S Wrapped aroend every jar of Resinol Ointment and cake of Resinol Soap is a booklet of explanations and directions. Rend the contents thoroughly, and fol low instructions carefully. Don't marry * famous man. cause he belongs to the world not to his wife. The most that wife of a famous man can hope Is for an Infinitesimal portion his heart, a fraction of his til and a slight degree of his intarss] His wife Is merely among tho "also present" In his life. 8he not the whole thing, and to r of the exploits of your husband i hear the public applaud him poor substitute for having his , votion, his tenderness, his v-j thought for yourself. Don't marry a man of too 4e cate sensibilities, for if you do y< will spend the balance of your lid trying to sidestep them, and ya will never succeed In doing so. ' Don't marry a doctor unless yd] have searched your system an And that you have not a taint the green-eyed monster about yo and that you cs* think with pleaH ure of your husband holding th^ hands and gurgling sympathetic] speeches to languorous ladles wh mske a professio/ Invalidism. Neither pick out a clergyman foi" a husband if you have any Inclina* tion to jealousy, for the clergy man, like the doctor, prospers pleasing women. and while aj I preacher Is saving the souls of th4 fcood-looklng women in his congrs-^ J gation his wife Is mighty apt have hers tdrn into shreds by m picion. Don't marry a lawyer, unless yoa^ are devoid of curiosity and can j stand his having secrets that h?J won't tell you. Don't marry WM Wall street man, unless you are a 1 dead-gam* sport who can lose with- ] out whining; nor a merchant, un>si ! you take a heart Interest in hi* grocery- or dry goods trade. In picking out a husband, select j Just a plain. e\ery-day fellow whe j thinks you are an anael. and thai i he's In lack to have woi you. at whose little hotel we were to d1-?g ?horn- Francois' regiment had bec? llalsoned with his own In France how the French soldier had told htm his longing to come to America anl set up a restaurant where cookerj should be a real art And I sense* , that Capt. Wallis had made this . sible, though he wouldn't admit it. "If Francois Is in cood form, we'l ha\e the best dinner you ever at^ Beautiful Lady." he said as we tuns ed in at a picturesque gate. We had it. Joan. Oh. how perfeol it all was! Ordered with the dis^rinv ; ination 01 a man to whom the cuistneg ? of th* worid are familiar. Prepares ' with the art of a born chef. It was served in a tiny rustic arbor. An* J Joan dear, he was wonderful?Kin i Wallis. There Is magic in his mao? I ner when he rhooae* to hava it so. The walk home was through a world j bathed in the silver of a full moon'i ' light. We saxl little?and did no! miss the conversation. It would ha\s b? en a false not. It was close to midnight whor. w? resched the Inn. I went to my room, which la on the ground floor, ofr s i porch. feeling that for once I ha?3 1 known a perfect day. \nd then, ths murmur of voices z cached me iioin the veranda. "She hasn't come in at sll tonight." 1 heard a ?oman say "Hm?ar?- you surprised?" from l.ei femln'ne companion ?'What do you expect when a *?ood looking young woman stenographer comes up to work for a good lookuig hero-novelist fresh from the m*r' I knew as (>oon as I laid eyes on her something would happen.' ' l.ut?THAT fcort of thing* It's \ pity, really." I caught my breath. Joante?ar.> stepped lightly out to where they sat i YOI'R RI FFLED T DOLLY-TO-BE-CON'TINLEP CHILDREN'S SUNRISE STORIES I UNCLE U1GGLY AND BILLIE'S BOOTS. By HOWARD R. GARf? (Oopyrigfc'. IK?. Th* McC.urs 2*s< tj?.ilCS'.S-J "What are you going to do when the holes in your boots are men-l ed?" asked Uncle Wiggily of B'H.a j Bushytall, the squirrel boy. a? th'/ walked along together. j "Oh, I am going to put them ? n | I and wade in the du<*k pond." an swered the squirrel boy. "And you can wade, too, if >oi? j want to." "Oh. but I haven't any rubber boo* j to keep my feet dry if I should wa? ! i In the water!" laughed the Imnny ge tleman. "I have no rubber boov and " "No. but you have some souse ot 1 your ears, ar.d I want It!" suddenly* , cried a harsh and unpleasant voice] behind a sassafras tree. And with that out i?opped the b*d * I old I'ipsisewah. He had been hiding there, waiting for I'ncle WIgglly anu Bi'.lie to come along 'What havo you there, little squir i rel boy?" he asked. "Is that soma j cherry pie for me?" "Oh. no. It's only my rubber boots with holes in that I am taking to the ; woodpecker mender." was Billie's an j ewer. "I believe you are trying to fool m'! i Tou have something else Inside thes.? i boots besides holes! It may be wrr 1 thing good to eat. I'm going to see!" With that the Pipsisewah stuck oi?a ; front paw away down in the foot part j of Billie's left boot. j And then, not stopping to f^nd out if I anything was there.* the bad creatuna stuck the other front paw down In the j right boot. And. .i* it happened^ j though the rubber boots wer* .in*-'- | j the proper site for the squirrel boy they were too tiirht for the I'ipsise wah. And no sooner had he stuck b'-j two paws deep down in than couldn't pull them out again. Billie saw this and cried: "Oh. Uncle Wiggily! The Pip stuck! The Tip is stuck! Come j He can't scratch us with his clawa. hold on to us. because he put *1 J claws and p-iv s down in my rublF boots and he can't *et em out' MtJ ray! Hurray! Hurray!" And tlist's Just what had happen*'. The Pipsiservah's claws were Jamn \ down In Billie s rubboi boor* and fore he could get loose Uncle Wiggl and the squirrel boy were far. t?.j away. Of course, the Pip kept tnj rubber boots, but Billie didn't car?j because the rabbit gentleman boug , j him a new pair at the seven and eig I ccnt store. And if the automobile doesn't cha; the trolley car out in the rain whe ' they're both trying to hide away fror the Jitney bus under the hst tree. J j tell you next about I'ncle Wiggily a: the grapefruit. POPULARITY OF VEST GROU | The gllet, or vest, maintains atl even increases its popularity. Ti;| autumn styles In vests ara tailored, and are made of wl I wash satin, or brilliant colored ribl bons w-ith metallic threada. Wfc.;?! broadcloih and chamoisette is sis*] good.