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?s 1/ :r-' "5*" CHAPTER XI Continued. One glance at the terrace and back of her Into the haft showed Molly that, fortunately, she was alone and thrkt no one but herself had seen the stranger's arrival. He drew nearer and she recognised him with a sudden tlirob of relief as Mr. Patterson, the gentleman of the broken car. But her relief was short lived, for why, she asked herself desperately, should Mr. Patterson come to her party uninvited, if he were. Indeed, no one but who he claimed to be, and why, if he were none other than Mr. Patterson, even If he thought the fete a public affair and every one welcome, should he be approaching by the roundabout way of the rocks? Controlling her nervous desire to turn and fly, Molly advanced with her hand out and a smile on her dry lips. "How do you do?" said she. •Holmes grasped her small hand and ginlied down at her, amused, kindly, btit frankly cognizant of the situation, coolly critical. Molly felt her worst fears were realized even before he sfcoke in a gentle drawl, politely rais ing his hat. "Miss—O'Toole?" Molly grew slowly whiter and whiter, but her wonderful control did not desert her and she returned coolly, with a bit of a bow aB one acknowl edging an introduction: "Yes, indeed. Is this Mr. Patter son?" "Mr. Todd, Algernon Van Rensellear Todd," replied Holmes with a tired sigh. "I understood that you registered at the hotel as Mr. Patterson," 're turned Molly, looking straight Into his email keen eyes. "I did," admitted Holmes, and ad ded with a significant little smile, "to avoid complications." "Complications?" questioned the girl with a delicate lift of her eye brows. "Complications," repeated Holmes, "with my mother, Mrs. Tcdd," and he bowed again, smiling at her in sneer ing amusement. On the lawn were the many little tables for the coming feast, a few of the musicians had straggled out to the terrace and were nolcily tuning their instruments, while the parlor maid tripped by with a snowy tray and basket of tempting fruit. It would be impossible under the circumstances for Molly to explain that it waB all a joke to amuse herself In the long lone ly days by letting the country people innocently call her Mrs. Todd, the name they had given hrtr upon her ar rival. It was not the duty of a house keeper to give a lawn party to her mistress' neighbors in the mistress* absence. But like a drowning man and a straw, the frightened girl clutched at the faint hope that he had allowed three days to pass without bringing her to account and had not signed his own name to the hotel register "to avoid complications." He might be merciful and wait until the party was oyer, might even let her leave town without exposing her to the idle curi osity of the village, to the wounded surprise and hurt pride of Hancock. Mrs. Todd had talked much of her son's good nature, of his gentleness and chivalry to women. "Come in," said she and turned to the door meohanically, wondering why she did not faint or cry or break down some way, why her one hysteri cal desire was to laugh and laugh and laugh. Holmee took another long slow view of the landscape with the quiet air of the proprietor and followed her into the great hall. There he glanced around him critically, strolled to the drawing-room doors, looked In, did the same by the library and dining room, and finally returned to the table and the girl, toying nervously with a Blender stalk of sweet' peas and watching him in an agony of suspense. "Sit down," said she, 'a'nd we can talk." "See here," said he not unkindly, laying his hand on her shoulder with a familiarity the wretched girl dared not resent at the moment in the faint hope that he would be good to her and wait until her guests departed. "See here, I want to look around a bit, quietly. Suppose we wait until the festivitiies are over before we talk? I think I hear the first of your guests coming now, and above all things I hate scenes." He smiled at her, amused, cynical, frankly pleased with her good looks. "Thank you," mumured Molly, crushing the flowers in her nervous Angers and longing to throw them at him. Holmes laughed. "Not at all. I am amused, believe me, and shall thoroughly enjoy myself this after noon—as I have for the last few days. Heally, you are a very good under study of mama." He patted her shoulder and strolled away as a team drew up at the terrace steps. "Don't worry about me," said he giaily, nodding at her from the thres hold of the library door. "I shall look around a bit and probably go back ot tfje village early. Lawn parties are a biore, believe me. I shall come again later, or shall we put it off until to morrow, our little talk? Later, this sifternoon? When the last guest has gione? All right. That suits me.The servants will think I simply lingered behind the others and it's best that they be allowed to think so for "a short time, anyway. All right, then, later. Don't forget, meanwhile, I am ffiiriitffi frr •'.rinifrniM A Done To Turn [HE UPPER CRUST By the Author of HE COMES UP SMI UNO. THE MYSTERIOUS CHARLES SHERMAN Copyright, The Bobbs-Merrill Company. Mr. Patterson." He waved gaily to her and strolled Into the library, humming a bit of a tune. There were loud awed voices without and steps appronching the door across the terrace. Crushed with gratitude at Todd's forbearance, Molly turned for one last miserable glance at her flushed face In the tall plot glass between the windows, Jerked the beads around her neck straight, tucked a wayward curl in place and went cut to greet the first of her guests. The guests, when they once began to come, came in crowds as though fearful of approaching the great house ft lone and unaided by the moral stimu lus and support of their fellows, Moll grasped hand after hand, those in front Insisting on lingering a momeut and talking to her in the slow labori ous way of the country and those b-" hind pressing eagerly forward, while she racked her numb brain for wit enough to answer the witless, though she felt like screaming at them to be gone and not to bother her with their wanderings around, staring at eveiy thing, talking inanities and grinning like the foolish sheep they tended. Then the car rolled up with another delighted load of guests, and glancing up, she caught Algernon's eyes fixed on her face with amusemen*. sympathy and a tenderness that restored in a measure her equanimity. She longed to slip away by herself and think, think, think, make up some plan to meet this unforseen and unexpected clffieuHy but her position v/as too in secure. North Brockton w-^n watching and the impending fear of discovery and humiliation kept herat-her post on the fide terrace, shaking liivp moist ha.nis f-nd exprcrsmg her iie.i.s irt at t!:ij rrtsence of *'ch unweitr'ran jp:est. l!.\mock, atfiu'ed by *me:» Mortl Jph"'. Worth, .nd come «ur!v and in tcn-jc-o to remain late. Vh•» simple i'Ule country .( len with bor sweiM shynufs had pr«-'c-«! too nJci for' •Tump?, beint only as yoj.l. l.ut itdfed a far letter exponent of llm gentle art of flirtation than .lames. James had come serious, the girl flippant. James vowed he would never return, and the girl judged it was better so. Her fiance, she ex plained with charming naivete, was coming that evening from a distant town to visit her. James, she polietly expressed, would be a crowd under the circumstances, rather than com pany, and James, sore at heart with the perfidy of women, sold his ped dler's outfit, and telegraphing for his car to meet him at Bath, departed on a hurried trip to Canada. The experi ence had seared his soul. No more country girls for James. He turned to the simpler minded, more unsophi sticated city girls with relief and fol lowed Molly around with the same persistence as Hancock, failing en tirely to act upon the latter's gentle hints to make himself agreeable to the female native element. From long familiarity with the same thing, Algernon disliked garden par ties. He had worked hard and untir ingly for the success of this one and the novelty of his position afforded him a measure of amusement, but when he had delivered the last car load of guests at Molly's side, he put up the car and strolled away to the seclusion of the rocks to smoke and dream of Molly, adorable fascinating Molly, in her soft lace gown direct from Redfern's, charged to his mother's account, and with a heavy chain of large, quaintly carved, let beads around her slender throat. She wore not a color to detract from the deep black of her hair, from the glori ous blue of her eyes and from the apple-blossom tinge in her rounded Iheeks. How pretty she looked stand ing on the side terrace, the ivy-covered walls of the great house as a back ground, the gaily-dressed crowd of country folk pressing around to shake hands and pass the time of day! He thought once or twice of Holmes and wondered if he woiild be bold enough to come to the party for the rare pleasure it would give him in watching the acting of the little com edy that amused him so and that he was so kindly asissting. Holmes was a gocd-looklng chap, Algernon decid ed, as he slipped down a narrow path toward a bit of beach he had seen be lov him. He chuckled as he thought of the surprise he would see on Mol ly's face were she aware of her guest's knowledge. Then he climbed around a point of rock and came on the girl herself, Hancock on one side of her, James on the other. The sight distressed Algernon as wearing a purple tie with a pink shirt would have done. It was incongruous, badly out of place. He was not jeal ous of Hancock, he told himself, but Molly in company with another beside himself was impossible if he had to stand around and watch the situation. He regarded the two young men with cold disapproval, and raising his cap polietly, if a bit sternly, to Molly, joined them, to Hancock's frank sur prise and James' distress, for the thought of the end of his unfortunate experience with country girls simply added to the hurt that Algernon's unfriendly haste to be gone and dark suspicion of his friend's intentions had made in James' sorely lacerated soul. Molly made room for Algernon at her feet on the rock in front of her and glanced frcm one to the other of the three with dancing mischievous eyes. She was nervous and excited, and lier •-*5. ,i,„ Algernon raised his cap again cold ly and made no offer to shake hands That Molly found any amusement in Molly was one of the younger Todds, refusing to inquire further about the affairs of a stranger, as all who here the name of Todd would henceforth be to him, he told himself. "Ah. yes," said Hancock kindly. "Mr. Holmes, glad to know you." In the country, he told hemselfJan everybody was equal, and the youth had probably not realized the sccial: little soul, and clearly did not like to hurt his feelings and was indifferent about keeping him in his place, which was only a temporary one, Hancock believed she had said. Nobly he es sayed to start a conversation with the young man, a simple clear conversa tion, in words cf two syllables that would put the fellow at. his ease, though Hancock admitted to himself he hardly seemed so much ill at ease as angry, plainly disapproving of some thing. Cars probably were the only subject he knew anything about, so Hancock, growing himself visibly more ill at ease every moment the heavy silence hung between them, a silence which Molly wickedly refused to break and which neither Algernon nor James deigned to, opened the sub ject of motor-cars. "I suppose you have driven the Todds' make of car before," said he pleasantly, 'or you would not be so familiar with them. Mrs. Todd tells me you keep them in first-class order." Algernon regarded the well-meaning youth coldly. "Yes." said he, and turned his gaze placidly out to sea again. "Have you ever driven any other make?"' Hancock plunged on desper ately. "Quite often." "What ones-" "Several." Hancock turned to Molly. It was ridiculous to try to carry on a con versation with -the fellow. He would simply ignore him. "Doubtless you enjoy plenty of sail ing. Mrs. Todd," said JameB, seeking to start a conversation on his own account between himself and his hos tess. The remark was harmless, if a trifle flat. "Ah," said Algernon, before Molly could reply, "how do you make that out? Where would she sail?" James flushed. "I thought it might possibly be done in the ocean," he an swered with angry sarcasm, forgetting his intention not to speak to Algernon in any capacity, either as a former friend or present chauffeur, as he judged him to be to his own cousin, an arrangement James forebore at the outset, in cold pride, to try to solve, even to think about. "Quite a remarkable deduction," murmured Algernon. "And as Mrs. Todd lives by the sea, you thought it just possible that she may have gone sailing. Ah, yes! I see. Quite clever. Who would have thought it!" James flushed deeper and glared at the placid Algernon. Hancock strove to conceal his pleasure at his friend's discomfiture. He liked James, but James had no tact, was utterly In capable of seeing when he was not wanted. Molly spoke hastily. "I love sailing. I love the feeling of the rope in your hand when there is a hard wind. It, seems as if the boat were alive, almost like a horse." Hancock nodded. "I like it much better than a motor-boat," said he. "A motor-boat is faster—" "Ah," murmured Algernon, "another rare piece of Intelligence." "Call it a pearl," snapped Hancock, irritated now that it was his turn. 'The inference,' 'suggested Algernon with a mild lift of the eyebrows, 'is hardly complimentary to the lady." "Ladies are always excepted," de clared Hancock. "Do not except me," protested Molly, who was filled with a keen delight at the impudence of her chauffeur. "I believe in absolute equality between the sexes. 'Votes for women' is my| slogan, and so, you see, I can't be ex cepted." "You are fooling about 'votes for women,' and Algernon dismissed her rash statement with a shrug. "Indeed, I am not," declared Molly. "Mr. Hancock, Mr. Worth, don't you believe in women's rights?" "Most certainly," declared James firmly, ready to believe in anything provided Algernon opposed it. "Not to, as I look at it, is a deliber ate insult to our mothers," added Han cock gallantly. "Not to mine," said Algernon quietly. "She has all her rights and mine, too." Molly laughed more from a fearful pleasure she was taking in the ability of her chauffeur to be frankly unabash ed before the two wealthy young men than because of any humor in Alger non's remark. "I suppose you think that the hand that rocks the cradle rocks the universe," she teased, de murely egging him onto fresh rude ness. Thank Heaven, there was noth ing humble about him. Algernon waved her .remark aside wearily, with the bored wisdom cf a man of fifty who has reared a family of ten. "Cradles,' a,aid he, "are no longer rocked. It upsets the child's lUaWMMWIfMill ii'iilpijiliapMinUi vivacity was faintly overdrawn. If nerves and has a tendency to put Algernon had not been grieved by the child to sleep without a long orying presence of the other two and filled with plans to be rid of thpm, he would have noticed that there was some thing wrong with the girl. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright with suppressed fear and nervousness. She laughed at every remark and talked breathlessly to keep from thinking. "Mr. Holmes," said she gaily, pur posely thus framing her Introduction. "let me Introduce Mr. Hancock and Mr. Worth." It lg the situation merely grieved him. Hancock flushed slightly and hasti ly withdrew his barely-proffered hand, having intended to show true demo- about it cracy before the young fellow who "pardon me," said Algernon coldly, (was perhaps a trifle too young to real- ..My mo Izc his position, ames nedded care- "You said no sensible woman be iJlesely and refused to let even sur- lieved in suffrage," snapped James I prise over the strange antics and new angrily, unable to restrain himself names of his false friend be seen on from answering. his face. He had never heard of the I Todd's place in Maine, but he knew that the family, lateral and collateral, [was a large one, and had decided that TW" OTTUMWA COURIER, SATURDAY, AUGUST 29, 1914 mogical and impractical." ther Is a suffragist." ''And Mr. Hancock said ladies were always an exception." returned Al gernon wearily, bored by the conver sation. "I hope I am a lady," said Molly, on the verge of laughter again. "I be lieve in suffrage, too, and would like to feel that I am at the same time sensible." "You." said Algernon, 'are a girl." And he dismissed her aspirations with wave 0 wou j(j pu 0 a Algernon arose promptly and him Algernon frowned angrily, started to follow, thought of the girl's position and stopped, watching the three mood ily until the trees hid them from his sight. Then he made his, way to the garage and tinkered gloomily with the cars. This job of being chauffeur to his mother's housekeeper wasn't al ways such a humerous proposition at it at first appeared to be. (To be Continued) Evening Story WEARY WILLIE DID IT By Jane Gahan. (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) When the Bells moved from their country home to the city Miss Laura Bell left behind her protege. It was old Granny White, whom she had lit erally taken charge of four years before. Granny was old, but she was not helpless. She lived alone, but she preferred to. She had a small in come and she puttered about with a garden and gathered herbs and ber ries to sell, and in one way and an other she got along fairly well. At her almost daily visits, Miss Laura was provided With a pie, a custard or something else nice. It wasn't charity, but good will. When a woman gets ojd and is left alone she would rather have the company of a girl than a woman of her own age. With a girl there is a breeze of optimism. There is a pleasant past and a hopeful future to talk about. Her face reminds the old of happy days, and hei laugh is a tonic to old blood. The young girl ana old granny grew to be great chums, and the part ing was fairly saturated with tears and punctuated with sobs. They found a few rays of hope, however. The city was only twenty miles awny and Miss Laura could come out and spend the day. Meanwhile the old woman was to be very careful and not get her feet wet nor to forget to lock the doors, and In eating flBh to look out for the bones. If she did get a bone, in her throat she must run down to the gate at once and borrow a pair of pincers of the first person that passed. On the other hand, Miss Laura would think of her the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night and she would bring lace caps and a kimono for her when she came down. She gave her solemn promise not to engage herself to any young man until she had brought him down and submitted him for inspection. The list of questions that old granny j:.-* W. a spell which doubtless causes a rupture In the veins In the head, rasps the throat and makes the heart beat too fast, but which nevertheless teaches self-control at the early age of two,to run down to see her protege, weeks." Molly laughed again. Hancock mur mured. "Ah, another rare piece of In telligence,' 'and then wondered angrily why he stooped to bandy.words with his hostess' servant. "No sensible woman." continued Al gernon, who preferred to Ignore his op ponents in an argument, if possible, no sensible woman believes in suf- Molly became as irritated as Han cock and James. "Really, Joe," said she. "you know nothing whatever self helped Molly to her feet. "Do you Bell to say anything as she climbed want to go back?" he asked, still hold ing her hand to help her up the rocks. "I have to," said she. and sighed wistfully as she glanced at the steeples and gables of the house seen over the tree-tops and thought of what awaited' her there, thankful that Joe knew all. that the surprise of the disclosure to be introduced to such a girl, and would not shock him, anyway, would not turn him against her as it. would the others. She let him help her up the rocks, reckless now of what im pression she was making on Hancock. With, exposure and disgrace so near, a few hours more or less did not mat ter. Then angry reason came to her aid and told her not to do anything foolish, to wait and see what happened as she had waited so long and so often, for positions, for a raise in salary, for her luc'. to turn. Off the top of the bank she pulled her hand away, nodded to her chauffeur with a gay little "Thank you, Joe," and turned toward the house on the hill, with James on one side and Hancock on the other. was to ask was made out and care-!Bhe started back with a scream. At fully laid on the clock shelf, with a potato as a paper weight. When the crucial moment arrived that list would be taken down, and with it in her hand, and her steel-bowed spec tacles on her nose, old granny would begin: "Now, young man, do you really love Laura?" "Have you ever loved any one else?" "Have any of your relatives ever been in prison?" yV\ on time?" If the lover answered aU these questions satisfactorily he was to be chalk-marked "O. K." on the back. Three months had passed before Miss Laura took the train one day No lover to answer the questions on that list was with her. When she got off at the station she found some changes. The old station agent had been replaced by a new man. Tho boy that used to drive passengers to their destination in the country had sought another Job. Shf also became aware that a very nice young man had traveled down from the elty by the same train, and was evidently bound for the same farmhouse. When she inquired of the agent as to the conveyance she was told that a new boy was on the job. When the young man inquired he was told the same thing. The agent was a conservative, mid die-aged man, who had no fund of humor In his make-up. The fifteen-year-old boy who drove the old span of has-beens before a two-seated what-not, had no serious ness about him. He talked too much. He whistled too much. He boasted too much. He. felt that he knew it all. Hence, the agent was looking to humiliate him in the dust. When the boy came dashing up with his old rattletrap of a rig the agent handed him two quarters and said: "The girl is to stop at Oold Gran- ny ,8 the hand, as aside the irrelevant prattle hj]^ difference between himself and his Hancdck rose with annoyance. „The mistress' guests. Molly was a kind fellow was insufferable, worse than James' constant conlpany. "Shall we return to the house?" he asked, hold ing out hiB hand to Molly "You may want an ice and some coffee." and the young man is golng on to Jim Fox's. Both are deaf' and dumb, and there'll be no chance for you to show off your smartness." "Dear and dumb whew!" replied the boj. "That's what 1 said." "I'm sorry for them They can't hear me whistle that new opt ra I picked up the other day." There was no need for Miss Laura into the back seat of the trap. There was no need for Brice Ashton to say Anything as he climbed upon the front seat with the boy. The two pas sengers were quietly wondering about each other as wag -natural. Mr. Ash ton wondered if it would be his luck Miss Laura wondered (perhaps) how many questions on that list the young man could answer satisfactorily. There was silence for half a mile, and then the fresh young boy could stand it no longer. "Say," he said to the nigh-horse, "ain't this a situation?" And to the off-horse he said :"Two dummies at one trip. Gal can't talk or hear young feller in the same fix. She's going to old granny's, but how is she going to make the old woman understand? He's going to Jim Fox's, but how's he going to malfe Jim understand? Miss Laura caught on, and Mr. Ashton caught on, but what were they to do but maintain silence and let the boy go on with: "Girl is a mighty good looker, and there are no flies on the young feller. Both from the city. It would he mighty funny if they fell In love with each other." ... Mr. Ashton raised his hand to give the boy a box on the ear, and he opened his mouth to tell him to shut up, but a still, small voice bade him not to interfere. Of course, no still, small voice did anything of the sort, but he desisted. "The agent said they couldn't hear, but I can sing for my own pleasure," said the boy. as he licked at the bushes with his whip. "I guess I'll sing them 'The Orphan's Lament.' They can't hear the wordB, but they'll know it is an affecting song when the tears begin to roll down my cheeks." There were seventeen verses he sides the chorus in that song. "Glad I'm not an orphan gal," mused the boy as he finished and wiped the tears away with the heel of his hand. "If I wns I'd get to be a waitress at. the Waldorf-Astoria and marry a Wall street broker. I hain't making 50 cents a day, but s'posen I was a dummy like' these folks? Well, there's old granny's, and she's out in the back garden. I wonder how they are going to say howdy to each other? Whoa, you wild steeds of the nrairie!" Miss Laura (fldn't* wait for any help to descend, and she had no word for anybody as she hustled for the cottage and Grannjh "Only one dummy left," said the boy as he gave his horses a cut," and the. next moment he got the surprise of the season. He was taken by the shoulders and shaken till bis teeth rattled, and the man beside him exclaimed: "You fool of a boy. but you ought to be in an idiot asylum!" "Great snakes, then you can talk and hear, can you!" "I should say could!" "And the gal?" "I can't say. but I'll bet she wished you "had that whip laid over your back good and plenty. You'll have something coming to you if you keep on trying to be smart." It was half a mile, from old granny's to Farmer Fox's. The farmer's wife was Mr. Ashton's sister, and he had been Invited down for a visit. He, told about the girl that rode with him, but they didn't know her. Next day after her arrival he went wander ing over the fields. Next day after her arrival Miss Laura went wander ing over the fields. The magnet of Fate brought them almost together when a tramp who was sleeping un der a tree awoke with a grunt and sat up. The girl was almost upon him, and her scream Mr. Ashton gave a shout and hastened up. "I—I was so startled," she said. "Then then you can talk?" he asked. 1 Do you believe every single wordjgent, bein' there's going to be what of the bible?" they calls a 'sltavashun' here, and "If you marry Laura are you going bein' it can be managed without my to run out nights?" ihelp, I will bid you a fond adieu and "Are you going to jaw around be- hope the wedded bliss will be all you cause dinner don't happen to be ready "Yes, and you?" "Of course I can. It was that fool boy. We thought each other deaf and dumb. Has this tramp—" "This tramp hasn't done anything but wake up like a lunatic when he was dreaming of a banquet," replied Weary Willie. "And now, lady and ca desire 1" mijutiiiiiirinj". y»wiin!iii!Miiiii mmim n^muni'i .'Vi :•%.•• TW JSM:/ 1 IWU1IIIMIIIIIIHH Mr. and Mrs. Wilklns caim ovir to our house last nite bringing thare baby, and they put the baby awn the floar to play erround while they was playing cards and it startid to cry lowdir than you wood think jest wun baby cood, its name beeing Winfleld, and first Mrs. Wilkins tawked baby tawl to it to make it stop, wich It woodent, and then Mr. Wilkins tawked baby tawk to it, saying, Watum mat ter with ltty Winfleld, tell papa wat um mattir. And the baby jest kepp awn crying as lowd as its mouth wood open, pop saying, No wondlr hes yelling, if eny boddy addreessed langwidge like that to me, Id yell werse than that. Wy, Willyum* Bed ma, how elts wood you tawk to a baby. I cannot tell you how Id tawk to that wun, because I think I saw a No Swareing sine up sumware, sed pop, Benny, sippose you run upstares and find sum toy of sum kind for t^e baby to play with, then may be it will keep kwiot Wat shall I get it, I sed. Use yure own judgmint, you were a baby lawng aftir I was sed pop. So Licked th« Little Boy's Face. I v- ijiVt Little Benny's Note Book By LEE PAPE LL tell you the tale of a little lost day. kiddies," said daddy. "Wasn't it ever found?" asked Evelyn. "No." said daddy, "and the little boy who lost it felt very bad every time he thought about it But thinking about it and being sorry didn't bring It back. "Every morning when this little boy got back from the Land of Mod there was a new day all ready for him to play and work with—a new day, ali full of light to whisper to him that if he would do this and do that he would be both happy and nseful. And for some time the little boy made the most of his days and enjoyed their company very much. He worked hard and played bard and enjoyed every day so much that be would regret It being gone and looked forward with all the more enjoyment to the next. "But this little boy. like many another little boy, got so he didn't like to work very well. He wanted to play all the time. "One day—it was Just the start of vacation, and he just squeezed through into the next higher grade—his parents said to him: 'We will take yon and the other children on a picnic to the lake tomorrow. We will start early, and you must get np when you're called.' He was so pleased, and be promised that be would do just as he was told. "Well, be didn't get up when he was called. He turned over, and he didn't hear his father say. 'It's time that young man learned his lesson.' "Well, children, he got np after a long while and dressed—oh. so fast!— and be hurried into his clothes and downstairs. "But there wasn't any one there. They bad all gone to the picnic. He didn't want to cry because it wasn't manly. He didn't want to play because he didn't, and the couldn't eat because there was a big lump in bis tbroat that be couldn't swallow, and there was his part of the picnic luncb on tbe dining room table, too—pinky frosted cake and alL "He was sitting npou the doorstep leading Into the woodshed, trying Just as bard as he could to swallow that lump, when little Babs, bis doggie, crept into his arms, snuggled down and licked the little boy's face wltb her pink furry tongue. "At this bit of sympathy the lump did gef Itself swallowed, and tbe tears' ran down the poor little boy's face. *Ob, Babs, Babs,' be sobbed, rocking back and forth, 'I've lost my day I've lost my day! I wish I were dead, Babs 1 do, 1 dor "Then be fell asleep, and because he was so lonely and bungty and for lorn be slept till the others came home and wakened to bear aboat the won* ders of the day that the others bad not lost" FOOT COMFORT —can surely be had here. We carry the Minors' Easy, New Relief for Tender Joints, Martha Washington and several other lines in women's comfort'shoes. Price $1.50 to $3. Our New Fall Footwear Now on Display HAGBERG & PETERSON 124 East Main "Shoe Economists" Read the "COURIER WANT ADS for Profit: Use Them for Results* iw*w^pppp|i|ipiiwp!" A f"' #W •and the Worst Is Yet to Come Tftxtf" I went up stares and got sumthlng and wen I caim down the baby was stiil crying awn the floar, but as soon as I gave it to him he shut rite up and be gan to play with it and pop and ma and Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins kepp awn playing cards, and the baby kepp awn playing awn the floar in the cornir, me setting thare watching it, and aftir a wile pop looked ovlr and sed. This si lence serteny sownds refreshing, I noo I cood trust you, Benny, wat did you give him. Sir, I sed. I sed, wat did you give him, sed pop. Yure razor. I sed. Wat yelled Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins both togethir. And they both jumped up and ran ovir and took the razor away frum the baby, wich as soon as they did, it startid to yell agen. Benny are you krazy, sed ma. No mam, I sed, wy it dident even hardly cut itself. Wich ft Jidept, ony having a Iittel blood awn' its chin, but"" Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins went rite-home" with him mad as enything, po£ per tending to be mad at me wile they was going, but aB soon as they had went he gave me a sent, saying Next time bring it 'the carving knife. Pastes Bedtime The Tale of The Little Lost Day, ^rf'iV' I r'n'i'if""n