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One Hundred Thousand Dollars For Dolls
Jessie Niles Burness . /T"\ o we get a dollar's worth out I 1 of each of the dollars we g J spend- in Christmas toys?" I § asked. "Do we? Say! Come along: with me a minute; look at this dollar doll —" "Yes, I know, it is a beauty." (And It is; the size almost of a live, really "•truly baby, real hair, Jointed arms and legs, buckled slippers and stockings that come off). "But about how many ' dolls do you suppose will be needed to supply the Christmas demand in San Francisco?" . "All told? Probably about a hun dred thousand, and they range . in price. from n."> cents to $25." "Them it is pretty safe to estimate we v.-ill spend for dolls something like -$100,000?" "I shouldn't wonder. The Christ mas toy trade of this one store will probably run pretty close to that fig ure." "And dolls are only one item. Prob ably half of them will be destroyed —" • "No, nothing like that. Toys are all well made. Now-a-days you can't fool the children much. I should say fully' two.-thlrds of the toys purchased this year will be on duty next Christmas. They wear out, sometimes, but—take this set of furniture, for instance— * two 'or three generations of children could play with' that and not hurt it much-" . Which was quite true. A very gay little affair it is—six pieces. settle, table and four chairs in red and gold and black, made in: Russia; price $25. "They come from all over the world," _ lge said. "I should think a story of how they are assembled ought to be interesting. "It will be, but tell me first some thing about values. , Children are re lieving their parents of all responsi bilities relating to them, these days, banking their own savings, choosing , their own vocations, making their own purchases. , Now, when it comes to spending are they any more careful?" "Not a bit different from you and me when we were that age. A child is a .child the world over and always will be. Keener, these days, about know- Ing exactly what they want, and quicker than lightning, in distinguish ing between a good and a poor toy, or detecting the slightest blemish, but play is the main thing in life -with them. When they lay out their sav ings the only difference I see is that as a general thing they have their minds made up exactly as to what they want. and nothing else will do; price cuts no figure with them, and if you could see them start off there would be no question in your mind about their getting value received. Why don't you come in any Satur ,ay afternoon; there is less buying then; that Is done by the mothers, on Monday, after they have found out what the children want, but you'd enjoy seeing them. " We rambled along through toyland a«= we talked, he calling my attention now and then to some new toy or new CHAPTER \ I—( ontlnned HE POINTED toward the Junction of the side wall and the ceiling. "The bullet lodged in the panel of the wall. Rafferty put up his arm like this. He was never hit. I meant to kill him, and I shot. But I didn"t hit him. It was the last thing I remembered before I top pled over in the big chair. That, and his going out into the night. I remem ber that. Its all come back, just in a flash. Yes. I never saw him after that. 1 "Yet you confessed," she protested. "Yes," he answered. "I tell you, everything was muddled. Life was hazy. 1 knew I shot. I knew I shot at him. I knew I shot to kill. And they found him, later, shot—dead. Of course, I thought I had done it. I knew I had done it. But it's not so. I meant to do it. I tried to do it, and then " Flinging both arms about him, she searched his face with eager eyes. "Jim," she cried hysterically, "are you sure?' "I know, I, tell you," he answered. "Yes, and there's another man. Yes, Pemmican. He's the chap. He. was there." He stopped again and looked down at the small dress that, through all his excitement, he had nursed ten derly in the crook of his arm. "Yes, It's Just as well I didn't kill Rafferty. •And I 1 must l"t them know. I must let everybody know. .1 must prove it. Pemmican'll prove it for me. He was there." Miriam shook her head. "He testi fied at the trial, you ramember, Jim, but—" .She opened a small drawer and took out an old newspaper clipping. "Besides," she said, softly, "Pemml can is dead." ; "Dead?" he exclaimed in surprise. "T didn't know it. Why didn't you tell me?" She put her finger on her lips. "The forbidden subject, dear." she answered. "Dead!" echoed Challoner. '"Why, he died not long after I was tried. In the house of detention. Kept there as a witness. Poor chap. The confine ment must have killed him. No, wait a minute. I^et me have that little dress. I've got to think it out. I never killed Rafferty, and I've got to prove It." He leaned over an<l kissed a tiny bit of ruffle. "Got to prove it for you. little one, for you." "Jim." insisted Miriam, quivering, "are you sure?" "J^ook at mcl" replied <Iw lloner. form of an old toy. The "cyclonaobile" displaces the velocipede, and you can be sure any boy or girl -will ,get dollar for dollar out of that purchase. "Play suits" —in price from $2 for a well feathered Indian, to $8.50 for a cow boy suit with shaggy "chaps" and a very business like gun and belt, are great * favorites, and in the mechanical toys there is everything for everybody, even automobiles and airships. The talking doll, though, —well. she is still slow about learning to speak plainly. He told me of a Ger man company formed last year that expended 100,000 marks (that's about $25,000) to fit phonographs into dolls, . but results are not satisfactory. Prob ably Edison could do It; but will he? One midget, about 3 or 4 years old, In an .In.lian suit.'was playing alone, flourishing a toy pistol, and I said: "You must be'; a cowboy." He an-. swered. "Can't you tell that by my clothjs?" Could you have seen his face there would be no question of waste 'n regard to that investment. "But about getting these things from all over the world together?" . " - '•Right after Christmas we begin preparations for next Christmas. You see, there are certain lines that keep tip Just about the same, year after year. Occasionally a favorite drops out; the .Teddy bear went too strong to last, though we still sell a great many; but Punch and Judy are dead. We check up what we have sold in each line anJ figure from that what we are likely to need. Sometimes we guess wrong, but not often. . "We lay out plans to be in Leipsic the first week in March. That is when the great market is held there. Buy ers are on hand from all over the world, probably S.OOO of them, and toy makers and merchants, too. from all over the world; it would be hard to say how many of them. It Is a regular toy fair. You would need to speak nine / or ten languages to deal with all of them. On my last trip the buyer for a Spanish house went about with me a great deal and tried to do me a lot of favors because he spoke only his own language and thought because I could that we got along better. It is an advantage to be able to speak with a man in his own. tongue when you are trading. - I don't know why. but he seems to have more confidence in you and to .be willing ,to treat you •"more fairly.'. \ -■■■■' &?-?*£s) '■" ' '" ~-: "Of course, wp are always on the lookout for novelties—really good things, you know—just like the vaude ville managers, only we help each other. I'll meet a man. say from some eastern house. He will tell me he found this or that toy—a rooking horse, let us say—some place In England, and all about It. Next year I will probably make my trip include a visit to this place, wherever It may be. "Our rooms In Leipsic are engaged for us months in advance, and I paid for mine $.'.50 a week—just double the rent usually charged, and that applies to pretty nearly everything:. But you can be sure we get full value out of that outlay, because everything under BRIBED "Sure? I was never surer of anything in my life. I tell you it has all come back, the memory of it, just as it was, in a flash. It was you. little one," he said, bending once more over some thing imaginary in his arm, "that brought it back to me, that made me think about it hard." Miriam had watched him closely. Suddenly she ceased to tremble. "Yes, yes," she conceded, "it Is true. I can see. I. too, know." She sobbed and dropped her head upon his shoul der. "Yes, it's true —true." "And I've got to prove it true," he said. Miriam suddenly lifted her eyes. "And, Murgatroyd— Why, if you were innocent—" "Well?" asked Challoner, calmly. "He ought to know it," she re turned. "What <lo I caro about Murga troyd?" returned Challoner almost roughly. "What do I care about my self? I care about you," he went on, fiercely, "and I care about my baby— my little baby, that is coming—coming to you—to me." "Jin," breathed Miriam. "[ am happy. 1 am so happy. I knew. I felt somehow, that things would come out right. Happy? I don't care whether you ever prove this, so long as we know, so long as its real. Happy? Yes, j<>r. With five hundred dollars in the bank, and the business, and," she whis pered, "baby." "Yes." he replied, "bah:,. I didn't kill Rafferty, and 1 know it That's the most important thing. That makes it easy for—for all the rest.' Reluctantly he yielded the tiny gar ment to Miriam. There was a knock on the Inner door that Miriam had closed. Kloise pushed it open and came in. i hope," eaid she gayly, little know ing what had taken place, "that we'll have a good meat dinner now. I'm as hungry as a bear." They had it. But it was an hour late; and burnt to a crisp, at that. "I've got to tell you why. though," said Miriam. Joyfully, to Eloiso. < lIAPTER VII A Five Hundred Thousand Dollar Job Muller expectorated genially. "Hows the joint ballot anyways?" he called across the office to McGrath. They were lounging in the prosecu tor's private office, to which they had free access at all times of the day. the sun is done to enable us to see everything there is to be seen. "The orders are all placed through a commissioner. He assembles all the goods for us that our orders on the different merchants and BUtSOfsctttrea call for, and packs them, charging us McGrath occupied a strategic position. In that he held in his hand the latest edition of the Morning Mail. , "Oh," he returned, "it's hot. Its I tell you. Both houses up all night. The hands of the clock moved back about 10 times, and still going it. Still in session." "Lets see the extra?" said Muller. McGrath tossed it over. Across its face, in huge letters, appeared the single, significant word: "DEADLOCK" "Oh, but it's Murgatroyd gives them the fight," said Muller, with enthusi asm. McGrath smiled. "Sure," he an swered, "he's holdln' 'em. But that's all he's doin'. And what of that? He's got notliin' to hold 'em on. He ain't got a cent o" money, not a red. And everybody knows it. It's my opinion, ' went on McGrath, "that the job goes to Thorneycroft." Muller read the first page of the Mail with care. Then he nodded. "I guess you're right, MoGrath." he said. "Thorneycroft'll be the next United States senator, all O. K. Hang the luck:" "How can you help it?" reasoned MoGrath. "Look at them there brew ers, putting up maybe a quarter of a million to help Thorneycroft out. Say, look a here," he hissed in an under tone, "say, the votes of the River county assemblymen were quoted on the market last night at—what do you think?" "I dunno," sighed Muller. "I wish I was an assemblyman, at that." "Just twenty-five thousand dollars a piece." hissed back McGrath, "and a rising market, growing stronger every minute. And they'll pay it, too. them brewers. One fellow wanted fifty thousand. He'll get it. See If he don't." "I wish I was an assemblyman," re peated Mulier, wistfully. ' "If you were." said McGrath, "and there was Thorneycroft and twenty flve thousand on one side for you, and on the other was Murgatroyd without a cent, who'd you vote for? Come, now, tell me that." Muller waved his hand. "You'd vote for Murgatroyd!" yelied McGratli, "you know you would. Come, now. you couldn't help your self." Muller sighed again. "But I ain't an assemblyman," he answered. "There's somebody at that there door." I per cent commission for doing this, and we pay the transportation charges, naturally. "This commissioner will go with a buyer who eon not speak the language. I was born in California, but my people spoke Gorman and they re William Hamilton Osborne Copyright by The Book Corporation McGrath -crossed,: to the door, and threw It open. There were three peo ple there. ..' ,J; «*.* One was Challoner, one was Mrs. ■ Challoncr, one was Eloise Bloodgood. McGrath, who remembered them well. and who knew Challoner especially well since the county hospital investi gation, bowed low. "The prosecutor's out," he an nounced, "and this is his busy day." Eloise stepped forward. "We must see him," she exclaimed. "He's expected any minute," said Muller from across ?the room. • "We'll wait," said Challoner. "We'll wait." said Miriam. -■ . "We'll wait." echoed Eloise. ; McGrath bowed again and went back -> to his window. •. ■ '..- . < " ■; Miriam turned to ■Eloise. ■'.'"•-..-. ' "Eloise," she said, ,"you ought not to have come. You'd better not stay." * Eloise "\ looked narrowly at Challoner and at his wife. "Don't you want me to. stay?" she . queried. ' .. -'■■ "Yes, yes,'l Miriam eagerly assured her. "but you don't want to stay." " . "Don't I?" queried Eldtse. , "What good will it do." "asked Mir .iam. ' But nevertheless she found her -self clinging "to Eloise. as- she did In every crisis, when Eloise happened to be at shand. --"Of ionise I'll stay," announced iEloise firmly. "I want to be in at the death." . ;: ' . "At the death ?" > V / : Eloise humorously started to roll up her- sleeves. "I; can help with the lynching!" she f , exclaimed. Vi Meantime . Muller and McGrath, had not k- finished, their desultory, conversa- < tion upon the situation of ', the day. ■Muller nodded vigorously. , • "They said," he remarked to Mr- Grath-across the room, "that the boss, was politically dead after he'd; cleaned up the town, and knocked Cradlebaugh and , blackjacked the organization. Maybe; he was. Maybe he is. ■ But .he fights, all O. K." -I .-■■•■■ .'':■. "He : certainly cleaned -things ; - up," admitted-McGrath. He felt of his r bi ceps. "We helped him, eh?'' . , ■.■;.■„■ "He i didn't do a thing to Cradle- , baugh," mused; Muller. C; "Nor to "i the machine," : smiled Mc- Grath. "Well, any how." said Muller, " if he ain't got the machine and the brewers and the twenty-«ni thousand dollar ■ .•■ - ; ■■■- »• •». ,-■!. .,,.-.... .:!,»»>-.,,« assemblymen back of him, he's got the people. They know he's honest." ."He's honest all right," agreed quired me to attend a French school. It was a long while before I could un derstand why, but a command of Eng lish. German and French has been wonderfully useful, besides all the fun of ft 'From Leipsic after a week or 10 McGrath. "Yep. they know it. But hang it, the people can't get him Into the United States senate. It takes more than the people. It takes good money to do that. At least," he added, "it always has, up to date." Muller shook his head. "If he only had a million behind him now." McGrath snorted. "It's well he hasn't," he replied. "It's well he never had. If he had half a million, he wouldn't be running for United States senator. As like as not. he'd be play ing golf of running a devil wagon." "Gee. but he"d scorch!" said Muller. "And." added McGrath. "he'd be so load..] with golf medals that he couldn't walk. Well, this ain't no Sun day school picnic that he's in now. It's a man's fight and no mistake, and with nothing: but his honesty to back him." The three visitors had heard this conversation and had listened to it in ■ilence. But it was too much for Eloise. She turned to her two com panions and said aloud: "Nothing but Ma honesty to back him." There was a sneer in her voice. As if her utterance of the phrase were the prosecutor's cue Murgatroyd strode into the room. He looked as unconcerned as if he did not know that a bloodless battle was being fought over him down at the state capitol." challoner rose nervously. "Murga trode," he said. Murgatroyd turned. He had not seen them sitting there. He bowed Im personally to all three. I "Want to see me?" he Inquired suavely. "Yes." faltered Challoner nervously, looking at Muller and McGrath, "and alone." Murgatroyd turned to his two men. "Anything new?" he queried. Muller pointed to the Morning Mail, and to an unopened telegram upon the desk. "That, from the assembly?" he returned. Murgatroyd shook his head. "No," Murgatroyd shook his head. "No," he said, "I don't mean that. 1 mean, in the Tannenbaum case." McGrath gasped. "Gee," he ex claimed, "we was so excited about this here that we clean forgot the Tannen baum case." Murgatroyd took from his drawer a bundle of papers and handed it to Muller. "Muller," said he, "look up that ex days we go to Sonneberg, then to Vienna, and usually then to Paris, but not many toys are now made in Prance. Germany makes nearly all, with the exception, of course, of those manufactured at home. Toy manufac turing is carried on very extensively here, you know, in Pennsylvania par ticularly. Take the stockings, in price from 2.') cents to five dollars. Part of the toys in them come from Japan; but this firm in Pennsylvania gets them together and puts out the stock ing. But in parts of Germany it. is the only industry. Why. in placing an order for—say this ferry boat —I discovered that the factory where that is made employs about 4,000 workmen. Think of that—one firm manufactur ing only mechanical toys of tin. "The peasants? Not so much of that now as there used to be. but it is still quite an industry. You can nee father, mother and all the children, even to the wee ones, and often the grand father and grandmother, too, working together, making a toy, like this stick horse, for, instance. This one sells for one dollar, but they have them as low as 25 cents. When you consider the freight half across the world, and the cost of the material that goes into it, for a toy we can .sell for 25 cents they can't get much. This dollar one, now, going back to your first question, it is real hide rovered, you see, strong, well made. Any chiM could get, 1 should Judge, several dollars' worth out of this." It was the school children's savings that made me ask the question in the first place. About $27,000 penny sav ings banked in three months by about 42,000 children. That's pretty nearly half enough to pay for all the Christ mas dolls. And if you don't think its withdrawal from circulation hurts business ask the candy man oti the corner by the school. (Any school.) I did, and this is what he told me: "Say, it's ridiculous, that's what it is. Those children are crazy about this banking scheme." "Taking candy from kids?" I com mented. "No, not that; they never seem to think candy. Ideas are epidemic with them, like measles—you've seen it all your life. Nobody knows what starts 'em, but say it's tops, or marbles, or jumping rope. One boy or one girl be gins it one day; next day more than half the neighborhood is at the game, and it's pity you feel for the poor mite tliHt hasn't his share in it by the third day. Then it stops, for that season, as suddenly as it began. ' We thought this bank game would wear out the same way, but if anything it gets worse. You better ask some of them about it." I had purposed doing this very thing. Jt seemed to me those children were being bamboozled somehow out of about $27,000 worth of their childhood by the scheme. You know Thackeray Fays somewhere: "When I was a child 1 wanted taffy, and taffy was a shilling and I hadn't the shilling. Now I have rise violation right away. McGrath," he continued, "there are three witnesses In the Tannenbaum case that we've -got to have. Tfs up to you to get them. If you can't find them by 2 o'clock, let me know. Now go." Murgatroyd seated himself at his desk. Muller and McGrath left the room. "Now," said Murgatroyd to Challoner, "what can I do for you?" Challoner advanced toward the desk. "Presecutor Murgatroyd," he said, gulping, "it;-; up to you to clear me of this Rafferty affair. I am not the mur derer of Richard Rafferty." Miiiam and Eloise had risen, and were pressing forward, just behind Challoner. Their eyes were fixed upon the prosecutor's face. Murgatroyd leaned back in his chair. "1 know it," ho returned calmly. "You know it?" gasped his three visi tor??. Murgatroyd nodded and opened his mail. "Yes," he mused, "I've known it for about five years. And you must have known it, too. How long have you known it, Challoner? "I just found it out." said Challoner. "You don't say so?" returned Mur gatroyd. 'Though I don't know," he added, "that I'm surprised at that." "Raffeity was killed," went on Chal loner. "Who killed him?" Murgatroyd, this time, was really astonished. "Do you mean to tell me." he ex claimed, 'that you have just found out that you didn't kill Rafferty, and yet, you don't know who did kill him.' "I'm here to find out," returned Chal loner. doggedly. "Why, thunder," returned Murga troyd, "I thought you knew. I knew that everybody didn't know. But I thought you did. long ago. n was Pemmican of Cradlebaugh's." "Pemmican," erl lO ed Challoner as if to himself; -ho w« the only man who knew. He's dead." "Yes." assented Murgatroyd "he killed himself l n the house of detention up at the jail. He confessed just be fore the court of errors and appeals tned Its opinion of affirmance | n your <ase. it was a gtiM on his part that murder. He saw his opportunity and took ,t. He knew there was bad blood l-etw, en you and Ilufferty. Knew that you lu,d the motive, and the opportun ty; knew that one shot was fired knew Rafferty had a wad of bills on his person, and he set out to get "hem The San Francisco Sunday Call the shilling:, but I don't want the taffy." Talking to some of the children put the matter in another light. One of them said: "I earn all of mine, except sometimes my mother gives me enough to make it up to even money. Sundays T sell pa pers. Get up about 6 and work till 9 or 10, and usually I make 75 cents to $1. I want to buy a wheel Christmas— then I can run messages and earn more." Another one when asked what he in tended to buy said "we're going to keep it there till I grow big and my mother thinks there'll be enough to start me in something." See the idea—independence—a busi ness of his own, and Tie is such a chubby mite of a little chap, not over 10 years old, surely, but while he "keeps it there" he can modify hi»'plans or change them entirely as often as' he wants to. Half the joy in childhood is in planning. !>ut the dreams that are laid on a dollar foundation have a bet ter chance for coming tru». Moat of the children have an allow ance of spending money each week. Part of those who save deposit the full sum. others only a portion of it, and these weeks preceding the holidays the deposits have dwindled to less than half. Ordinarily they have run in the different rooms in the grammar grades from something like $15 a week to $35 or $40. Some are accum ulating a Christmas' fund, others are already making Christmas purchases. In a very few cases the children are saving toward a college education, but this is rare. The teachers with whom I talked rather like the idea, though it ia one more chore for hands already bo full. They say the influence of a purpose is good and while only a few are play ing this game and those the tame oneg week after week, still the idea is gain ing in favor. Jewish children and chil dren of foreign parents predominate over native sons in this instance of thrift. Will it be the means of their miss ing any of the holiday fun? I think not. Seems to me more like the inaugura tion of a "sane Christmas" to supple ment a "sane fourth of July." They can withdraw any or all of their sav ings with the co-operation, of their trustees or guardians. Some have done so, in whole or in part. Some have planned to do this from the begi' ng. But the habit will have been acquired and in the new year they will begin again. And «i visit to any of the toy depart ments just now will certainly gladden particularly the soul of he who has a reserve fund to draw on. My word! but the tilings you find you need money for when you go in there. Getting back to our dollar doll, for instance. For all her beauty, she needs clothes and they come in regular lines, all sizes of every sort of garment that a child could require, underwear, dresses, shoes, hats, jewels, wraps, toilet ac- i cessories of every sort and at all prices. One dainty doll was dressed in feilken underwear with a gown of satin and coat and hat of velvet. I didn't see any Mr. Newly wed, but all the others of the funny page family were there, so probably he was just away for a min ute —looking for Snookums maybe. It was safe. He got them and got Raf ferty; shot him dead. You see?" "You have known all this for years?" Miriam's voice faltered. "Yes," answered Murgatroyd. "and I supposed you did. I can see now that you did not." "How could we know it?" protested Challoner. Murgatroyd frowned. "Why," he swered, "you had counsel —Thorney- croft. Thorneycroft knew it." "Thorneycroft!" cried Miriam. "Of course he knew it," replied Mur gatroyd. "He never told us," complained Chal loner. "No?" echoed, Murgatroyd. "Well, possibly he didn't' dare. Thorneycroft and Thorneycroft*s crowd owned the newspapers just at that time. The news . was probably "suppressed for the 'public good.' "With that T had nothing whatever to do. The difficulty. I im agine, was with (>edl«b*ugrh. He was the kingpin <in the machine. Public opinion was important to Cradlebaugh just at-that:time." Murgatroyd smiled ;reminlscently. "Public opinion was im portant to the organization,: and to Thorneyrroft just then. Cradlebaugh was being pushed." You know the his tory ' of -Cradlebaugh's. ; "The people liked Cradlebaugh. They believed him ;straight. He wasn't. r He was crooked. Fortunes lost there were lost; by no game of chance. 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