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SYNOPSIS.
Jackson Jones, nicknamed "Broadway,
because of his continual glorification of
New York's great thoroughfare. Is anx
ious to get away from his home town of
Jonesville. Abner Jones, his uncle, is
very angry because Broadway refuses to
settle down and take a place in the gum
factory in which he succeeded to nis
father's interest Judge Spotswood in
forms Broadway that £50,000 left him by
his father is at his disposal. Broadway
makes record time In heading for his
favorite street in New York. With his
New York friend. Robert Wallace. Broad
way creates a sensation by his extrava
gance on the White Way. Four years
pass and Broadway suddenly discovers
that he la not only broke, but heavily in
debt He quickly seeks work without suc
cess. Broadway becomes engaged to Mrs.
Gerard, an ancient widow, wealthy and
very giddy. Wallace learns that Broad
way is broke and offers him a position
with his father's advertising firm, but it
is declined. Wallace takes charge of
Broadway's affairs. Broadway receives
a telegram announcing the death of his
Uncle Abner in Europe. Broadway is his
sole heir. Peter Pembroke of the Con
solidated Chewing Gum company offers
Broadway $1.200.000 for his gum plant and
Broadway agrees to sell. Wallace takes
the affair in hand and insists that Broad
way hold off for a bigger price and rushes
him to Jonesville to consult Judge Spots
wood. Broadway finds his boyhood play
mate. Josie Richards, in charge of t£e
plant and falls in love with her. Wallace
is smitten with Judge Spotswood's daugh
ter, Clara. Josie points out to Broadway
that by selling the plant to the trust he
will ruin the town built by his ancestors
and throw 700 employes out of work.
Broadway decides that he will not sell.
Broadway visits the plant and Josie ex
plains the business details to him. He de
rides to take hold of the work at once.
Broadway makes a speech to his
ployes who, in their enthusiasm, carry
him around the plant on their Bhoulders.
Pembroke calls and Broadway turns
down the latest offer of the trust and an
nounces that he Intends to fight,
lace intimates that his father's advertis
ing agency is backing Jones and plans a
big advertising campaign. Mrs. Gerard ar
rives looking for Broadway and is shooed
back to New York by Wallace. Broad
way opens up his Uncle Abner's house
and gives a party to his Jonesville
friends.
Wal
CHAPTER XIII—Continued.
"That's what I've come here to flDd
out. I want to find out what the devil
is the matter with you."
Broadway had heard the voices, Mrs.
Spotswood had conveyed the news to
him, and now he himself hurried down
the steps.
"Have your father come right inside,
Bob." he urged, "and make himself at
home."
He went on to the elder Wallace,
holding out his hand, and then, when
It was not seized eagerly, gripping
earnestly for Wallace's.
"By gracious, I'm awfully glad to
see you! Bob has spoken of you so
often and told me so much about you
that I feel as if I know you almost
as well as he does."
The elder Wallace showed no an
swering enthusiasm. He only tried to
get his hand away from Broadway's
cordial grasp.
"Did you know he was coming?"
Broadway demanded of the visitor's
son.
"No."
"Oh, a little surprise, eh? Well, Just
In time for dinner! Come along inside
and meet the folks. Having a bully
time, aren't we. Bob?"
"Yes; fine. This is Jackson Jones,
guv'nor. You've heard me speak of
him."
. "Yes; I've heard of him," his father
answered dryly.
"Isn't it strange we never met be
fore?" said Broadway effusively. "Bob
and I being such good friends. But
we're going to get better acquainted,
aren't we. Come inside."
"No, thank you. I'd like to speak to
my son alone, If you have no objec
tions."
"Oh, why, of course."
As Wallace turned away Broadway
had a chance to whisper in Bob's ear:
"Anything wrong?"
"It-will be all right. Don't worry."
"Well," said Broadway cordially, as
the father and son began to move in
silence toward the gate, 'Til expect
you in as soon as you're through with
your little talk. We'll wait dinner for
you."
"You needn't bother, sir," said Gro
ver Wallace Army.
"Oh it's no bother at all. I'm only too
glad to get the chance to entertain.
You know this is my first day in a
regular home and I'm having the time
of my lifq." He warned Bob playful
ly: "Don't you let him get away,
Bob. I'll fix up something cute. I
know what he wants."
The elder Wallace looked at him for
scant two seconds with a glance
which indicated that he thought him
Tar too unimportant to receive
copious attention,
severely to his son.
more
Then he turned
ANNOYED THE GOOD FOLKS
Surely New York Chauffeur Might
Have Been Just a Little Bit
Accommodating.
"New Yorkers ain't what you would
call neighborly,'' Mrs. Bates summed
up to her friend, Mary Abby Thomas,
at the end of a dramatic account of
her ten days' sojourn in Manhattan.
"No, nor even humanly accommodat
ing as one man to another," she add
ed. firmly; "they're plain stuck-up."
"How so?" inquired Mary Abby,
with eager interest
"In more ways than one, but one'll
do," Mrs. Bates answered, with dig
nity, her long, thin cheeks flushing as
with some poignant recollection. "The
last morning but one before we left,
as Hiram and I were starting out for
the day, be noticed a spot on the
front of my gray skirt. You know
how partic'lar he Is, and I expected
he'd send me back to the hotel. But
he didn't He seemed to have a quick
idea, near 's I could make out from
his face, and before 1 could ask what
he was rfnfng. he stepped up to A pub
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"Now, sir, perhaps you'd like to ex
piain the meaning of all this damned
nonsense."
"What nonsense?" Bob knew very
well that to which his father made
his very earnest reference, but he was
sparring to get time to think.
"What are you doing here""
"Didn't I phone you yesterday? I
am here on business." The young
man's voice was full of injured Inno
cence.
"Business! Humph! Fine business!
Do you realize the sort of contract
you've sent in from this concern? Who
ever gave you the authority to sign
such an agreement for the Empire com
pany?"
"You told me over the phone that I
could use my own judgment in the
matter and then wired me."
"Well, I didn't suppose I was deal
ing with a crazy man! Do you know
you've guaranteed to cover every east
ern and middle western state at a
price that wouldn't pay for Pennsyl
vania alone? What the devil do you
mean by making a statement to the
Consolidated Gum people that the Em
pire is behind the Jones company."
Bob was quite legitimately reaping a
fine whirlwind harvest. He knew that.
He had sown the wind. But he be
lieved that he might make this wind
whirl mills, drive sails, do stunts. Still,
explanation was a difficult matter.
"Well, 1 was bluffing them, that's
all."
"And to what purpose, sir? You have
bluffed us out of half a million dollars'
worth of future contracts that were
pending, and you have signed an agree
ment with this Jones, that, were it
given to the public, would make us the
laughing-stock of the
world."
Bob saw that in his father's present
state of temper the best thing to do
was to impress him with the inevita
bility of it all. Once convince him that
what he had done had been done be
yond recall, and he would bend the
wondrous resourcefulness which had
made him giant of the advertising
world to the necessary task of mak
ing that. which had been done success
ful. He had counted on this quality of
his father's intellect and disposition.
"Well, it's too late to kick now, guv'
nor; the deal is made. And I have your
telegram authorizing me to sign the
contract."
"Why didn't you answer my tele
grams today?*
"Because I knew you'd come here if
I didn't—and that's what I wanted you
to do. I wanted to talk to you-»-right
here, on the ground of a—a smashing
opportuntiy."
"Go on, I'm listening."
"Well, it's a long story."
"I dare say."
Bob looked about for some place on
advertising
Sak'#;
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Jackson Was Strangely Intent Upon
Her Answer.
the grounds where they might have
quiet for a conversation. There was
none. The factory was locked up, the
hotel was impossible, and the house
was in disorder. He knew that only
the ground floor had been occupied
since Broadway's uncle had departed
on the voyage from which he never
would return.
"Come and take a little stroll with
me," he finally suggested. "No, don't
let's take the car. I don't want the
man to hear us and I want to get you
into a good humor to hear all about
He chauffeur, pulled up at the side
walk in a big automobile. We'd seen
him lots of times, and noticed that
he favored our Alice's Frank consid
erable, and there was no reason why
he shouldn't have recognized us. Be
sides, he'd ought to have known we
wa'n't the borrowing kind of folks, but
meant to pay.
" 'Young man,' Hiram says to him,
'can you Bpare us a little mite of yo
gasoline? My wife's got a grease sp
on her dress.'
"'What!' s's he. But it wasn't a
question; he understood what Hiram
said well enough, for he began to
snicker, and before I could pull HI
along that boy was laughing fit to
split"
"I call him stingy," said Mary Abby,
with an air of furnishing a fresh in
terpretation of character. "It wouldn't
have taken more than a drop or two
of his old gasoline."—Youth's Com
panion.
He Spoke the Language.
A daily newspaper tells of the ar
rival at San Francisco of Franklin
DalL the eleven-year-old son at a
It Wait a minute." He went toward
the house to get his hat, and called
Broadway as he went "Oh, Jackson!
Say Jackson!"
Broadway appeared at the door.
'The guv*nor and I are going for a
little walk. We'll be back in a few
minutes."
"Be sure yon are. We're waiting
dinner for him, and the girls are just
crazy to meet him."
The elder Wallace caught the words.
Instantly he felt that his suspicions
had been justified. Girls! And his
son and the young millionaire there
with them in the millionaire's own
house! "The girls!" he exclaimed
with hearty disapproval.
Wallace laughed at him. "Oh, not
what you mean—not what you mean,
guv'nor! Regular girls. Nice people.
You understand."
"Say, Bob, do me a favor, will you?
Show your father the plant while you
are gone," Broadway called after him.
"I'm going to." Then, as Broadway
gazed after them, half worried and half
smiling, he heard Bob explaining
Jonesville to his skeptical and dis
pleased parent
"You see," he heard, "this is the resi
dential part of the town. Over there is
the business section—"
His voice trailed off into silence as
they vanished through the gates.
Broadway smiled. Somehow he was
beginning to feel faith in life. For the
first time he was busy with real
things. The Joy of definite effort in
man's work had seized him. He was
surprised to find himself absorbed in
wonder if, perhaps, he might not have
a happier life In Jonesville than he had
had in New York city. But he could
not take existence very solemnly! He
felt too good.
"Say, Bob, show him the drug store,
too," he shouted after the departing
pair.
The judge, who had watched the epi
sode with interest from the house win
dows, came out to Broadway, some
what worried. "Has he gone for
good ?"
"No; he's coming back."
"He was mad as a hatter about
something. Did you notice It?"
"Yes; and I think I know what It
Is."
"Something the young fellow did?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Nothing wrong!"
"I hope not."
The judge spoke with emphasis, and
he thought himself a really good judge
of human nature. "Oh, I'm sure It
can't be. If I can estimate character,
that young man is incapable ot any
thing but good." He looked at Broad
way almost with a fatherly affection.
"He's a great friend of yours, my
boy."
"I should say he is!"
Broadway gazed after them, wonder
ing what all of this would end in. But
he was not greatly worried. Indeed,
he felt singularly light-hearted, and
found it hard to choke back laughter
when he heard the Judge expostulat
ing with his wife, referring to the
early evening hour as If it had been
midnight Come on, ma," the old man
was arguing, almost pettishly, ''we've
got to get toward home. It's after
seven o'clock already!"
She sighed. She did not wish to go.
She had never before had an oppor
tunity to poke around In the great
Jones house, filled with treasures from
far countries, books in foreign lan
guages, family portraits by extraor
dinary painters who could make a hu
man face look like a granite mask,
Rogers statuettes and other objects of
high art, to say nothing of ornate and
mastodonic articles of mahogany fur
niture—solid, not veneered, and up
holstered in the very slipperiest hair
cloth.
"It's after seven o'clock," the judge
repeated.
"Yes, I suppose we must be going,"
said his wife reluctantly.
"Mom's generally abed by eight,"
the judge said proudly.
"Except Saturday nights," she
granted. "I sometimes sit up till ten
on Saturdays." This was evidently dis
sipation so extraordinary that she told
of it only in the strictest confidence.
"But then," she added, "we sleep till
all hours Sunday. Sometimes I don't
get up till after six!"
She smiled at Broadway; he smiled
gaily back at her and choked a word of
comment which had risen to his lips.
That gave him, in his heart, a queer
feeling of elation—almost as great as
that which he had felt after he had lec
tured Pembroke. Broadway felt, and
glorified In the feeling, that he was
growing up with great rapidity.
"Come on, Clara," Mrs. Spotswood
called. The two girls were in a porch
swing, giggling.
"You're not all going to leave me,
are you?" Broadway said protestingly.
Clara, who had risen obediently,
looked about the group. "Where's Mr.
Wallace?" she demanded,
est In him was constant. She' had
heard nothing of the elder Wallace's
arrival.
"He's gone to take a stroll with his
father."
"Oh, is his father here?" This aston
ished and excited her. "Oh, I'm Just
crazy to see him! Aren't you, Josie?"
"I should like to, yes."
Jackson pleaded with the Judge and
Mrs. Spotswood. "You don't mind if
Her inter
Philippine head-hunter. The boy came
In the care of an Episcopal mission
ary who has spent five years among
the tribesmen of Luzon, and is In
charge of the youngster's education.
The Filipino had remarked that he
knew about the United States,
understood baseball, be said, although
he called it "miki fula.''
He
"So you know baseball?" one ques
tioner remarked. "What do you call
the umpire?"
'Tell him," the missionary prompt
ed, when the youngster hesitated.
"Thief sometimes, but robber most
the boy answered.—Youth's Com
Ÿ'"
»anion.
Puzzle—What Happened?
À well-dressed lady having given
the signal that she desired to alight,
the trolley car was brought to a stop,
but just ao the rear step was directly
over a small mud puddle. The lady
looked an instant, and then asked:
"How do you think I can get off here?"
and the conductor replied: "I can not
tell you, madam, but I do know that
we can't jwait until that puddle dries
up."
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Clara stays a little while do you?"
Then he turned to Josie. "You're not
in a hurry, are you. Miss Richards?"
"Why, no; but—"
"Please don't go," he urged. "I can't
bear to be left alone."
"Well," said Mrs. Spotswood, with
the best of humor, "you girls remain
here and keep Broadway company till
Mr. Wallace gets back." She turned
to her husband. "It's all right, isn't
it, judge?"
"Yes, I guess so, "he agreed, with
out too much enthusiasm. "But don't
be late, Clara."
"I won't, pa."
With much straightening of her best
silk skirts, with many smiles from and
for Broadway, with a fluttering in her
heart when she thought about young
Wallace and her daughter, Mrs. Spots
wood took the judge's arm majestical
ly. "Good night, Broadway; had a
lovely time."
"Did you, really?" He very definite
ly hoped she had.
She nodded. "Sorry Sammy acted
so mean."
"Now, Sammy's all right," said Jack
son reassuringly.
"That's what I keep telling her," the
judge complained.
She shook her head in deprecation
of such praises for a member of her
family. "Pa, you've spoiled that boy."
The judge protested in his usual
way. "Mom, please!" he pleaded. He
did not want a long discussion about
this just then. He grinned at Broad
way reassuringly. "Good night, m>
boy. See you in the morning."
And then the good-nights echoed
back and forth till the old couple had
passed on, cheered enormously by the
trend of things in Jonesville, genuine
ly pleased by Broadway, timorously
worrying about Wallace and their
daughter—the apple of their joint do
mestic eye.
The girls and Jackson found cool
and comfortable seats in the porch
swing; the porch was screened against
mosquitoes, but open to the fresh, cool
summer breeze.
Clara was a little worried. "Pa said
Mr. Wallace's father was angry about
something. Was he?"
"Well," Broadway admitted, "he
wasn't in the best of humor: I guess
it was nothing serious."
"Oh, I hope not I wish I could get a
good look at him. I'm interested in
him."
"Josie's mind was on business. With
all her soul she hoped that Broadway,
having so gallantly (she thought su
perbly) defied the trust, would win
a handsome victory. And she had a
clever business head and competent
business training. "Do you think it
was the advertising contract that
brought him here?"
"I don't think there's any doubt
about it."
She nodded. "I thought it was a pret
ty liberal contract."
"Liberal!" he agreed. "It was crim
inal! I told him so when he fixed it
up. I don't blame the old gentleman at
all." He gave the swing a very urgent
push, which made both girls scream a
little with the fun of it. "Did you en
joy the dinner?"
"Very much, indeed," said Josie.
"Did you, really? We must have
such dinners often. If we don't—"
"Are you afraid that you'll find
Jonesville lonely, after New York
city?"
"Well, I can manage to endure the
mad excitement of it, I imagine, if you
all come often. Maybe I shall bring
on a Japanese cook I had in New
York."
"A Japanese cook!" Both girls were
fascinated.
"We'll come often when you get
him here," Josie promised.
Clara giggled. "Don't you let her
fool with you. We'll come often
whether you have him here or not."
Swinging by an opening in the vines
which screened the porch, Clara sud-;
denly cried out joyfully; "Oh, I see
him! I see him! I see him!"
"Who? My Jap boy?"
"Bob." And then she blushed furi
ously, rivaling the sunset's radiant
pinks.
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CHAPTER XIV.
Clara had run down the steps, leav
ing the swing vibrating somewhat Jerk
ily from the speed of her abandonment
of It, declaring that she wished to get
a sight of the elder Mr. Wallace, even
if he did not choose to stop and talk
when he came up. She had noted that
the chauffeur, seeing the father and
son approach, had already started his
engine. Her desertion left Broadway,
and Josie in the swing alone together.
He laughed. "Did you notice that?
She calls him 'Bob.' I heard him call
her 'Clara' 16 times today."
Josie smiled. "Yes; I noticed that."
Jackson was strangely intent upon
her answer. He was confused, although
he did not know the reason why. And
then, suddenly, he knew. Finding that
he knew, he found himself still more
confused..
"Did you notice It?" he asked, with
Intense earnestness, knowing, some
how, that he was an ass. "I didn't
think you noticed it"
Josie thrilled, but found it hard to
smother laughter—not wholly that of
ridiculei mostly that of Joyousness. She
made no other answer.
FAULT IN AMERICAN VOICE
Touch of Harmony Does Not Seem to
Be There, as It Is With Other
Races. t
The American voice lacks cadence.
The touch of harmony Is lacking. In
depth or shrillness, Its strongest qual
ity Is monotony of tone.
In conversation It is colorless, and
half of the resources of the vocal
cords are unused or undeveloped. A
strident, high-pitched, nasal voice fails
In saying any good thing well.
Every one has the power of speak
ing with sweet Inflection. Every one
can attain a reposeful utterance and
clear enunciation by training the ear
and voice to work together In avoid
ing harsh tones, and cultivating the
middle and more)mellow register in
every voice.
Excitement sends it up to a scream
ing pitch, but self-control will lower It
again, and Its playground should be
through the varying harmonies" or ca
dence of five notes.
According to Thomas Wentworth
Higginson, our English cousins put
He looked around then at the broad
veranda, with its pillared, old colonial
doorway and wide windows; his eyes
paused along the visible front of the
enormous house Itself, surveyed the
spreading lawn, now dusky with the
evening shadows of magnificent old
trees, and the carving graveled drive,
examined all. Indeed, that he could see
of the superb and spacious old Jones
place.
"Nice little house, isn't it?" he
asked.
"Oh, I just love It!" It was, Indeed,
the show place of the town, and few
were the local maidens who had not
di earned dreams of some time living in
a mansion like it—dreamed wonder
ing dreams, speculative of unguessed
sensations of vast wealth.
"Do you?"
"Why, yes. Don't you?"
"Yes," said Broadway, now looking
not at the great house or any portion
of the splendid grounds, but straight
at her, although -she was not sure of
this because the light had very near
ly failed. "I'm just crazy about it,
that's all!"
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She laughed and so did he. He had
not much idea what he really was say
ing.
"You know, I think I shall become
a model country gentleman in time,''
he added.
'It must seem strange to you, after
the life you've been living."
She meant It very Innocently, yet it
shocked him fiercely. He sat up in
the swing and gazed at her with out
thrust neck—that gesture which she
thought was awkward, funny, whet
she saw it first, in school days, hut
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which she had rather begun to like.
"What do you know about the life I've
been living?" he demanded.
She was not in the least suspicious.
"I mean In New York—that great, big,
wonderful place! It is a wonderful
place, isn't it?"
He had had a thrill of panic. Now
he qnieted, although his heart still
throbbed a little. He was glad she did
not know about the life he had been
leading.
"Have you never been to New
York?" he asked.
"Never."
"That's funny. Would you like to go
to New York?"
"I don't think I'd like to live there;
but I'd like to see New York."
"Well, I can show It to you. May I
some time? It only takes four hours
to get there. It took me five years to
get back!"
"You had a long trip."
"Trip? I stumbled," he said dream
ily.
"What is Broadway?"
"Broadway ?"
"It's a street, of course, but—"
"It's probably the greatest street In
the world."
"Some people say it's terrible."
"It Is."
"And some people say It's wonder
ful."
"It Is—truly wonderful."
"I don't understand."
"Nobody understands Broadway," he
answered. "People hate it, yet they
don't know .why. People love it, yet
they don't Know why.
just because It's Broadway."
"Is it a mystery?"
"That's what it is—a mystery." He
shook his head in thought.
The subject had lost interest to hei
—because she did not know its fasci
nations. "I suppose you go to church
every Sunday morning. Tomorrow's
Sunday."
I don't It's
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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It is a toss up between a many
sided man and a two faced woman.
more cadence, more up and down, into
an inquiry, "What tl me (g it?" than
Americans would into the announce
ment that a president was shot. A
crowd of baseball fans will pitch the
cheering on a high note and yell itseli
hoarse. In the same number of Euro
peans, the shouting would be full ol
undertones and cadences. They would
sing their enthusiasm.
Peculiarities of Slang.
Among the slang synonyms for
"hat" is "cady," which is supposed to
have a Hebrew origin, and has been
long in use in Whitechapel, London,
as witness a popular; song of 1886, in
which the refrain supplies one of the
few rhymes to "lady:" "Met a lady,
-aised my cady." It Is doubtful wheth
er any article of apparel has so many
slang alternatives as a hat. A by no
means nothing but "contrary star."
"tile," "golgotha," "canister," "cas
tor," "chimney," "colleger," "cock and
pinch," "cow shooter," "davld," "dig
ger's delight," "fantall," "gomer,"
"goss," "moab," "molocher,"' muffin
cap," "mushroom," "pill box," "stovv
pipe," "thatch," "truck" and "weeJea."
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' Address AH Orders to
THE A. S. ABELL COMPANY
BALTDSORB. MARYLAND
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Wu. Dikxt, Secretary tnd Treasurer
-INCORPORATED 1*47.
Jakes J. Roes, President
Kent County Mutual Insurance Co.
DOVER, DEL.
Insures Property Against FIRE and LIQHTNINQ
BUSINESS CONDUCTED ON THE MUTUAL SYSTEM
Retenu* to Its Policy-Holders la Dividends nod Surrendered Pel Into»
$500,000.00
Present Membership Over Ei|ht Thousand, With Over
$11,000,000.00 insurance in force
Has
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AGENTS
I. A. Joans, Agent. Delaware CSly, Del. D. B. Malohoy, Agent, Townsend, Del
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I An° Announcement
U Wilmington, Del., June 24th, 1913
/ I beg to announce that 1 have opened an office at
807 Shipley St., to conduct a General Real Estate, Mort
gage and Ere Insurance Business. Formerly with W. L
Powell, 839 Market.
William E. Lee
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