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Krazv Kat
froprriclit. 1913. International N«wa Serriee)
Ever Meet a Wattler?
Tomorrow:
More "Krazy Kat"
! CHARITABLE WILLIAMS
At the funeral services of an elderly
negro of Richmond, Va., says Judge,
the following colloquy was overheard
between two aged negroes:
"There ain't no use in talkln'." said
Mose Buktr, "Dtefe Williams, he was
the mwi Charitablest man dis town
"I reckon dats so," said the darky
to whom Mr. Barker imparted this
Information. And he pased as if
waiting for evidence on this point.
• Vepsiih." continued Mr. Barker,
"Dick Williams, he always owned a
plug hat, and durin' my time I ain't
never heerd that Dick ever refused
to lend that hat to anybody."
The Dingbat Family
Polly and Her Pals
Us Boys
H» TUNNEL
(Tr'-m Mie German of Bernnard K»llermann
—U«ra*aa version. Copyright. 1913. by S. |
Klm Uf r. Verlag. Berlin. Laglisli trausiatiuu
i ■pßsjtsS* bj
Waterbury
Copyright. 1913, International Newi Service)
( onllnurd From Yesterday j
"I liked you immensely from the
first time I saw you—do you re- 1
member?—the night that Jack Rives j
bi ought you to see father. Then you
made a tremendous Impression on j
father, and that interested me more ,
than ever; and I came to admire
your business, your work, your en- j
ergy, your courage.
"It seemed to me that I had none i
of these tliincrs. I had more money
than any one could possibly need, j
The world had given me that and i
told me to be happy with it. I had I
never met a man who was not mak- !
ing a transparent inventory of i
father's fortune all the time he was |
murmuring nice things to me. I j
know I am not altogether unlovely,
and if It hadn't been for all this j
money some man might have seen
something in just me; but the money
frightened off the real men and the
other kind I couldn't have anything
to do with.
"In sheer boredom I got to taking
an interest In father's affairs and he
discovered that I had a talent for
finance. He always said that it was
because I never took money seriously!
—that I considered dollars so many
markers in a game. 1 played the
THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1913'
fame for its own sake until you came
ilong with your tunnel project. Then,
for the first time, I took a real inter
est in life. It appealed to all the
latent force there was in me—and it
was natural that the author of the
ippeal should come in for his share.
"You gradually became the biggest
thing in my life. 1 knew that I could
never be that to you. I knew that
you never had a thought of any
woman save one. But I found a secret
tnd pride in the 1 was
helping a big man do a big thing.
"And then—then—came that hori
ble —that horrible day, and—oh, how
I suffered for you and with yon! And
in the days that followed, before you
went away and when yon returned, I
loved to believe that you needed me,
ever so little, and that I could help
you and cheer you—a little. Was I—
did I — COUld I? Just a little, dear?"
Her great deep eyes had grown
misty and were looking Into his with
a pathetic yearning. She seemed to
have grown a child again.
"<3od knows if" he murmured
huskily.
"And —since then —I—l have tried
to make you love me. l know you sus
pected me of some double dealing
about father's coming to your aid in
this last crisis. It wasn't exactly as
you thought. Father wouldn't have
stirred without me, and—and I did
want you to know how much. I
wanted you to know that I had not
only the will, hut the power, to help
you. I wanted you to want me.
"Don't think that this feeling was
all primitive and pagan, my friend.
It was far from that. We women
are for the most debarred from the
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opportunity of doing; really big
things. If we have money it is just
that much more difficult. Then we |
can only do things that money will
do. So we are forced to do big things
vicariously—through some man that
we love, or—through his children, f
love you—and I have never in the
last year or so attempted to conceal
that even from you, much less my
self. I love you because you are
what you are—a big minded, pou"
geons man, made to do and think big
things, and I want to feel that I. too,
have done big things, even if I must
know that I have done them through
you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he said, in the same husky
voice.
"I know that you do not love me
the way I want you to love. I'm going
to try to win that love. I will know
when 1 have succeeded, dear—if I
succeed. So till then we need have
no prefense. And—and—l—guess that
is all.
Her quiet self-possession suddenly
fled. Her face and neck and bosom
turned a deep red and she covered
her face with her slender fingers. The
next instant he was kneeling beside
her with unseeing eyes and a ttght
throat.
"Domlne, non sum . dignus," he
breathed in a fervent, broken whis
per. "Lord. I am not worthy;"
His bowed head touched her knee.
She looked down, her eyes swimming
with unshed tears, and stroked his
hair lightly for a moment or two.
"I am tired, dear," she whispered.
"I'm going now. When you're ready,
Henderson will show you to your
apartments. Good night, beloved."
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He drew back enough to permit her
to rise, but he felt that it would be
Jesecratlon to look upon her face at
that moment. She stood over him
t lingering instant and he reverently
kissed her hand. He did not rise
jntil the sound of her footsteps had
lied away and the rustle of her gown
tvas lost In the whispering babble of
the fountain in the hall.
XEVV I.IKE
"One hundred thousand men
wanted!" _
They came—as if in response to a
call to arms. The great farms of the
west and the Canadian wheat belt
sent in their armies as fasH as tin
harvests were gathered home. The
mines gave up thousands, attracted
by the bigger wage scale. And even
the hungry soldiers of the hisrhways
were drawn to Tunnel City as if by
a giant magnet. The scattered regi
ments of the gigantic enterprise
were rallied once more.
And so it was all over the world.
From Germany, England, Belgium.
France, Russia, Italy and even the
far off hamlets of central Asia the
army of labor was concentrating on
the construction cities. These dead
places woke again. At night the
great glass covered power houses
threw" their old time glare against
the black skies. The great columns
of smoke and dust rose, as before.
The Ironwork of the new buildings
pushed their gaunt and ugly skele
tons up into the sunlight, swarming
with busy little ants. The Tunnel
cities trembled, yelled and roared as
of old.
And in the first rush of this new
life the announcement was made that
Lloyd and his associates had guar
anteed the financial backing to com
plete the tunnel at any cost. Then.
Hke a live thing, the tunnel drew ih
deep breaths and pulsed with life
from end to end. In the galleries
drills and riveters were chattering
and thundering. Allan's great rock
devouring machines hurled them
selves against the barriers with re
newed strength. Strike, explosion, the
dread of flood and fire—all were for
gotten. The tunnel builders had
Struck their old tremendous pace.
And, as of old. men dropped and died
in the terrific heat and strain and
were carried out and forgotten.
The Toms river Bermuda section
was the first conquered. Five years
■ Of purity. ' ■
after work had been resumed the
two borings met under the Atlantic.
So exact had been the, calculations
of Allan and his aids that there was
a horizontal difference of only 25
feet and a vertical difference of SI!
Continued Tomorrow

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