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The Elk Mountain Pilot
RAWALT & POTTER, Publishers
MATTIE L MILLER, Local Editor
Entered as Second Class Matter at the Postoffice at
Crested Butte, Colorado.
Subscription $2.00 per Year
One of the most interesting balancing acts on the
American stage today is the one where hogs slide down
and bacon stays up.
Recent revelations make us wonder if some of those
a dollar-a-year" men were so called because that was all
they overlooked.—Brooklyn Eagle.
The knee-length skirt is but a passing fad, according
to the style authorities, and will not be generally adopted.
Somebody is taking the joy out of life.
The fact that Legislators are paid SI,OOO for the
term, leads Craig of the Paonian, tq wonder if it would
not be cheaper to hire them on a piece work scale. There
may be something to that idea.
Mrs. Peete having been convicted of the murder of
Mr. Denton, the case may be said to have fairly begun.
Now for the next five years we may look for new trials,
appeals, petitions for pardon, etc., ad infinitum, ad
nauseum. k
We are told that the coal, barons have mulcted the
public of a million and a half. Is that all? We had an
idea that our personal contributions to these gentry easi
ly reached that figure. Anyway, a cursory examination of
our bank account shows a shortage of about that amount.
—Sterling Democrat.
Judge Lindsley has sure got against the real thing
now. He has mixed it with the Denver Ministerial asso
ciation, on Sunday closing, and between the preachers,
Philip Van Cise and Denver Post, (the three great
moral uplifters), Lindsey is liable to go to jail whether
he pays that fine or not.
The very old scratch is to pay in Ouchita Parish, La., ;
because the sheriff forgot to hang a nigger on Feb. 4, as ,
ordered. Very careless of the sheriff, the overlooking of ,
these minor details of his) office. It is quite possible that
the law sharps will find in his neglect a means for releas- ,
ing the darky and making himi go to work in the lowly
cotton patch.
The Morris & Co. packing plant has declared a divi- ;
dend of $37,000,000. Rather a small melon to cut, per
haps the stockholders who are all members of one
family, are thinking. They might have passed the divi
dend for just once and rebated back to the dear people or
to the stockgrowers who furnished the packing plant the
raw material from which to carve these millions.—Grand
Junction News.
Looking over the marketing problems one is struck
with its clumsiness and wastefulness. Produce shipped
from the farm, several “commissions” taken therefrom,
put in tin cans and often shipped back to the starting
point with the price increased a thousand per cent and
sold to the original raiser. Wheat pressed into flakes is
sold at the rate .of SSO per bushel. Can you beat it?—
Cortez Journal-Herald.
Philip Van Cise, the four-flushing District Attorney 1
of Denver, has at last soaked up one fundamental truth.
Addressing an audience of admirers at the Central Pres
byterian Church last Sunday night he said: “Public sen
timent is not for the enforcement of this law.” Of
course this referred to the prohibition law, and consti
tutes. the elementary reason why it is not enforced. You ,
cannot jam morals down the public throat like stuffing
a goose for market.
The new District Attorney, Philip Van Cise, of Deiv
ver, refuses to take any action against the gun men im
ported by the Tramway to break the late strike, whose
efficiency resulted in the slaughter of a number of Denver
citizens. We anticipated such action when the four
flusher made such a howl about what he was going to do
to bootleggers and other small bore offenders. Always
when an officer is contemplating the avoidance of a plain
duty, he seeks something like a moral issue to cloud the
situation.
Our exchanges are ringing with denunciations of the
tax raises all over the state. Take your medicine you
suckers! You voted for part of it and put men in the
legislature* who are introducing and supporting bills to
raise county official salaries in every line. One bill pro
vides for sl2 a day for county judges, and it is doubtful
if there is one in the entire state who could earn that
salary at anything, or get it for anything except being
county judge at a time when reckless extravagance per
meates every avenue of official life.
When a question like the repeal of the obsolete Sun
day amusement law is brought before the state assembly
the members are deluged with petitions against the re
peal of the law. while the liberal citizens of the state re
main silent, thinking it is not their part to dictate to the
assembly. While it is true that the petitions of the re
formers are obtained from moral coercion and do not rep
resent the sentiments of one-half the signers, they are cer
tain to have some effect when they are unopposed. The
reformers are well organized and they are active and tire
less at all hours and in all seasons. If the believers! in
constitutional liberty wish to hold their own they must
adopt similar methods. —Lamar Sparks.
Elsewhere we print a clip setting forth why Presi- j
dent Wilson will not dismiss Louis F. Post, Assistant
Secretary of Labor. Need'ess to say that we thoroughly
approve his action. But we are impelled to compare his ,
position as regards Post and One is the antith- i
esis of the othe r If Post is retained for the reasons
shewn. Palmer should be fired for being the direct oppo
site. There is no consistency in keeping both. Every
reason given for Mr. Post’s retention has been violated
again and again by the four-flusher who has discredited
this administration more than all other men combined.
The v *rkings of the Presidential brain are clearly past
under - landing.
M n. Tom Blackwell or Hotchkiss, is building himself
a bunch of real trouble. He has been smelling around
and finds that about twenty barrels of wine and five bar
rels of whisky were requisitioned for sacramental pur
poses by five or six Denver churches last year. Tom views
the record with true bucolic suspicion. It seems to have
never dawned on his innocence that the prohibition law
was passed to vex wicked people like this editor. There
never was any intention of curbing truly sanctified bcoz
fng. Tom ought to go and consult Anti-jag Finch and
Virtuous G. Arthur Hollowhead, and find out how prohi
bition was supposed to work, by the men who put it over.
But It does disgust us to think of all that gjcod liquor
wasted on dubs who do not know how to drink it.
DISCUSSING THE COAL PROBLEM
The coal grafters are hoping there will be no disturb
ance in their ten cents a ton royalty which they pay the
state for coal mined on state lands, when they should pay
a dollar, and would be glad to get it at that royalty if it
couldn't be gotten for ten cents. We hope an effort will
be made to increase this royalty to a dollar, as it all goes
into the school fund instead of the maw of a thieving
coal trust. —Cortez Journal.
The above is the first utterance we have yet seen in
all our exchanges concerning the monumental, unheard
of, open, flagrant thievery of the state coal for ten cents
a ton by the big three coal hogs. The big city papers
are notoriously subsidized hence the country presto is all
that is left to put this great paramount overshadowing
question before the people. But outside the Graphic and
the Journal-Herald we haven't seen a mention of the ques
tion even in the Country Press—is it possible that the
millionair looters of our children’s patrimony have their
hooks into the press of the San Luis Valley for we 1 never
hear a chirp.—Monte Vista Graphic-Reporter.
Dear Bud, you have not been reading this religious
weekly as studiously as you should or you would have ob
served several remarks on that peculiar situation. Only
ourrf are directed to the State Operation of School Land
Goal Mines. It really makes no difference what the ope
rators pay us for the coal they take out. We pay it all
back in an augmented ratio. Is there any explanation
except the declaration of cold-blooded robbery to the
price we pay for coal as compared to its cost or produc
tion? Every single coal consumer knows he is robbed.
And the relief is iq the publicly owned and operated
mine. There is no other method. Then why do we not
apply it? Let us answer: Because for the last four years
we have been educated to expect robbery every time we
bought a steak, a pound oft bacon, sugar, flour, a prescrip
tion at the drug store, a pair of. shoes, a calico dress' for
wife or rompers for the baby. The government put a
SI.OO tax on a thousand five cent cigars and the dealer
made ’em 6c and charged the crime to the war. He
charged $9.00 a thousand for collecting SI.OO for the gov
ernment, and if you challenged the morality of the act
you became an obstructionist, who was hamepering the
administration in winning the war, and mongrels whose
female ancestors scratched their fleas with thdir hind
legs spread yellow paint on the homes and business
houses of such. They did a good job educating the people
to stand hitched in the presence of wrong and outrage,
and for a brief period they thoroughly cowed nearly
everyone. A few like Debs, were immured in prison, be
cause life and liberty were worth less to them than the
right to breath their protest, and the other day a Presi
dent, elected under false pretenses, refused to correct
that awful wrong, even when requested to do so by his
hand-picked Attorney General. The terrorism of the ille
gal and infamous acts of stay-at-home patriots still lives
with us and exercises a reflected influence upon men who
ought to realize that they must seize legal remedies and
treat a sick and suffering nation.
WILL WONDERS NEVER CEASE?
There should be a perpetual injunction granted
against allowing newspapers to use the word Solon as ap
plied to modern legislators.
Solon was a lawmaker of ancient Greece and made a
record that endears his name to the world even down to
the present age.
He reduced taxes and enacted laws to enable the peo
?le who were hopelessly in debt to regain their freedom
rom political slavery.
He added the great island of Salamis to his country’s
territory, and established indirect taxation so direct
taxes were not much used.
For direct taxation he divided society into three
classes so that those with the largest incomes paid double,
the middle class half as much and those having below a
certain amount nothing.
Those who had the highest honors and dignities in
the sitate were assessed in proportion to the office they
held.
It will be seen that his ideas were exactly opposite
to modern tendencies and his ideals were really demo
cratic.—Gunnison Republican.
The above appears in last week’s Republican as an
original editorial. It reads and sounds as if it was stolen
bodily from the writings of some Bolshevik!. It antago
nizes everything that the Republican stands for or advo
cates, and yet it is printed and given the appearance of
being the honest opinion of the editor of that paper. If
It contains the real opinion of the Republican editor why
does he not favor the adoption of just that same idea in
our own affairs? How would it do to apply those rules in
classifying our own taxation? What a wild ha-ha would
would gio up from the oil trust, the meat trust, the flour
trust, the coal trust and a host of other trusts, should
Carlton’s editorial suggestion be adopted by those who
he says should never be recognized as solons. Tell us
where you stole that editorial Carlon, and purge yourself
of disloyalty to the gang you train with. %
LEMONS ARE DUMPED—TOO CHEAP TO SHIP
Los Angeles. Feb. I.—Four hundred carloads of lem
ons have been dumped in the San Dimas wash because
there would be no profit in shipping them, due to ruinous
competition from southern Europe. T. R. Hobba, secre
tary and manager of the Snn Dimas Lemon Growers' as
sociation, asserted in discussing the crisis confronting
California lemon growers.
In Denver lemons sell for 20c per dozen, and this
should give the grower a living profit. Here in Gunnison
they sell for 50c a dozen, but the freight from here to
Denver is hell. A good stiff tariff on European lemons
might help out the situation, but some way we feel as
if it would be necessary to lynch some highwaymen in
the shape of middlemen before real relief can be expected.
MEMORIAL WINDOWS FROM GERMANY
Otto W. Heigneke, of the Ornamental Glass Manufac
turers of the United States, threw a jo't into the mem
bers of the Ways and Means committee the other day when
he asserted that memorial windows honoring American
soldiers who lost their.lives in the war are being made in
Germany and imported here.—Salida Record.
There is sure a degree of incongruity in buying our
memorial windows from the people who killed the me
morialized. First time we ever realized how those d d
Germans were boosting foreign trade when they were
killing off so many of our boys. If they can extend their
exports to England and France not to mention Belgium,
they have worked up quite a tidy bit of business,
almost enough to pay the indemnity.
Mass meetings of taxpayers are being called in almost
every county in Colorado for the purpose pf protesting
the tax levy. In Denver no meeting has been called be
cause the people were knocked speechless when they saw
what Mayor Bailey did to them. The State of Colorado is,
outside of the automobile licenses, collecting in taxes and
spending more than three times the amount collected and
spent In the same period during the Shafroth administra
tion. Let’s see did the Nonpartisan League beat this in
North Dakota? And these same taxpayers voted to con
tinue this orgy of taxeating in Colorado.—Denver Dem
ocrat
Utah is going to pass the anti-cigarette law. This is
good. Colorado will do a fine business with Utah for the
next few years. Bootlegging coffin nails is easy and will
be lucrative.
De Bergerac of
the Boes
By AUGUSTUS WITTFIELD
(Copyright.)
Fate, having nothing else on hand,
engineered another meeting between
Monk and the individual with the
watery eyes. After an interchange of
courtesies, the Individual with the
watery weeps inquired: “Have you hud
any more of those remarkable adven
tures since I saw you last?"
“Have I?” queried Monk. “Why, I’ve
had the time of my life. I’ve been
hobnobbing with the Harriman of the
highways. Doing stunts in an automo
bile with the only and original auto
hobo of America.
“One afternoon I was doing the at
home stunt ’neath the shade of the old
apple-tree, when a stranger hove In
sight, wiped his feet on the ’Welcome'
mat, and proceeded to ingratiate him
self.
“He requested me to awaken him
abeuld an auto bearing hia crest put
in an appearance, and was soon pound
ing his auricular appendage on the
herbaceous hummock.
“As I lolled and dreamed, a machine
came along. The only occupant asked
me whether I had seen an individual
meandering around who like
an Imitation of Richard Mansfield.
“I associated his meager description
with the personality of my guest, and
Informed the proud pleasure-pilot that
the great Cyrano was doing the by-by
act ’neath the pippin-tree.
“The chipper chauffeur strode over
to the slumberer and shook him. De
Bergerac awoke and cast his optics
over the moving picture show. Then
he indulged in a conversation with the
haughty autoißt, who finally handed
him some bills and took his departure.
Then I approached the guest of honor,
and, by judicious questioning, I elicited
the information that the auto belonged
to him.
“I expressed my doubts as to his
ability to run the auto, but he assured
me that he was on expert. Then he
started the engine, and we climbed in.
De Bergerac said we would take a run
up to Lake Nocopo, a swell summer
resort. We finally reached the lake,
and had our first view of the classy re
sort from the lower end.
“De Bergerac brought his machine
to a stop, that we might enjoy the
witchery of the scene. Coming across
the water toward us was a canoe, con
taining a young man and a young wom
an. The feminine end of the combina
tion was furnishing the motive power,
while the Cholly-boy seemed to be
content with looking picturesque and
puny.
“On they came, gliding over the wa
ter, when suddenly that mollycoddle
masculine made a fool move and up
set the birch bateau. The girl came up
first, and, grabbing the struggling
shrimp by the back of the neck, she
swam with him to the overturned
craft.
“De Bergerac, realizing her predica
ment, remarked that it was evidently
up to us to do the heroic rescue act.
“ ‘How do you propose to capture the
Carnegie compensation?' I inquired.
“De, Bergerac thought for a moment,
then he Jumped from the car and got
busy detaching the tlrea from the
wheels. Then up the tires
and made for the lake, bidding me to
do likewise.
“I followed De Bergerac into the
chilly water. After about ten min
utes* hard work, we reached the dis
tressed damsel and her companion,
and De Bergerac instructed them as to
the method of putting a life-preserver
on straight.
“Wlieu the pocket-edition of mascu
linity had gotten himself comfortably
ensconced in his life-preserver, he
fumbled in his coat pocket and pulled
out his card-case. With difficulty he
opened It and took out a damp card.
He handed it to De Bergerac, saying:
“ T feel that the conventionalities
should be observed before we proceed
further. Permit me to introduce my
self.'
“After the formalities had been ob
served, De Bergerac approached the
fair maiden and said:
“ ‘Miss Pendelton, may I have the
honor of saving your life?’
“Fair Geraldine smiled her assent,
and De Bergerac righted the canoe.
Then, while I steadied It, he assisted
her to re-embark.
“We proceeded shoreward, guided by
the skillful strokes of the versatile
volunteer, and eventually landed.
"When the guests heard of the
heroic rescue, they lionized that Car
negie hero.”
“I suppose.” ventured the Individual
with the watery eyes, “that your
friend with the histrionic handle mar
ried the water-nymph und lived happy
ever afterward?"
“No." replied Monk, “fiction may
flourish, hut truth will prevail. As a
chronicler of facts, 1 have no other re
course than to nimounce the union of
the house of Pendelton with that of
De Trop, though what she could see In
that scion of Immobility surpasses un
derstanding.
“What became of the chauffeur with
the courtly name?" asked the Individ
ual with the lacrlmose lamps.
“The auto hobo Is no more," replied
Monk. “He has forsaken the open
road for the closed shop of servility.
He is now chauffeur-in-chief to the
house of De Trop. I w’as offered the
position of butler in the same insti
tution. but sa I know nothin* about
butling, I declined. If "you can spare
me a match. I’ll light up and say good-
I by. Mere! bocoo.”
COMBINE ART WITH “MOVIES"
How City of Toledo, 0„ Attract*
Children to Its Museum, for
Educational Purpoaea.
In order to attract the children of
Toledo to that city’s museum of art
the museum management offera Its lit
tle vial tors “story hours,” gallery
talks, music hours, classes in pure and
applied design and the educational
motion picture. Interest in visits to
the museum was first stimulated
through the medium of an organized
bird club. Thousands of children
have . also been brought to the
museum during the last four years
by means of the annual vegetable and
flower shows In 'which the children
have participated.
“The Tqledo museum was the first
to include motion pictures in Its edu
cational plan when. In the autumn of
1915. the necessary equipment 'was
presented through the efforts of H. Y.
Barnes, then assistant to the di
rector,” writes Eula Lee Anderson of
Toledo. "This proved not only a fur
ther magnet to attract boys and girls
to the museum but a further means
of teaching art. During the first few
years films dealing with travel, crafts
and art were difficult to secure, yet by
diligent search many fine things were
made available, including the life of
Pallsay, the famous potter, and a
beautiful hand-colored film showing
the making of' silk.
“The policy of the museum Is not
to amuse by means of the film, but
to educate the child along artistic
lines, using only such productions as
are of a distinctly cultural quality.**
PLAGUE OF OLD EGYPT BACK
Crops of Argentine Province De
stroyed by Locusts That Bwarm
in Uncounted Millions.
Shades of the plagues of ancient
Egypt!
Santa Fe province of the Argentine
now has complete faith In the biblical
account of the scourge of locusts, for
at times millions of these Insects
“cover the face of the earth.” They
come suddenly and without warning,
in great clouds, and settle down on
the country. Then the ground resem
bles a great moving carpet. Little
damage is done at first, though the
Argentinians find It Inconvenient to
have locusts throughout their houses,
but as the Insects move through the
country, they dig small holes and lay
their eggs. Soon the larvae are
hatched, and at that time, before they
can fly, they are destructive. By the
time they are ready to leave, every
living thing in their path is destroyed.
Eventually they fly away to parts un
known, and the farmers have to start
their crops over ngain. Squads of lo
cust destroyers, like fire-fighting units,
are maintained by the government to
combat the pest, and ranchers are also
responsible for fighting them. Their
efforts are almost unavailing, how
ever, because of the myriads of the
Insects.
Dodged Seven Years' Bad Luck.
“Traffic gets held up in queer ways,”
said a patrolman at Forty-second
street and Fifth avenue. “It was only
Just the other day that we had a block
ade that tied things up for half an
hour. I noticed a young woman pound
ing something against the curb. Look
ed funny to me and I couldn’t fig
ure out what It was. People passing
by started to run, looked again, and
crowded around her. I headed for
the middle of the bunch and saw she
had busted open her package and was
breaking a lot of mirrors on the side
walk, one by one.
“What's all this about T* I asks.
"Oh, mister officer,” she says, “I
broke a mirror a while ago, and if I
don’t break seven more right quick I’ll
have seven years' bad luck. By rights
they should be broken all at once, but
I could only do one at a time. And
now. please, won’t you help me get
out of the crowd?”—From a New York
Letter to- the Pittsburgh Dispatch.
Improving Indian Pottery.
The Hop! Indians of the Southwest
have always been famous for their pot
tery, In the manufacture of which
(though unacquainted with the pot
ter's wheel) they were skilled even in
prehistoric times.
There is a considerable market for
their pots, which are quaintly and at
tractively decorated In black and
colors. The United States bureau of
standards Is trying to help them by
suggesting improved processes, and re
cently It has shown them how to make
from cheap material a black stain
much superior to the one at present
used by the Indians. They have shown
themselves glad enough to accept the
help offered and it may he that we
shall yet learn of useful suggestions
to the Navujos In the line of blanket
making and the production of silver
ornaments.
Fire-Proofing Cotton.
A process has been devised for
trenting haled cotton with a chemical
compound which renders it flame and
spark proof and at the same time ap
parently provides an Inch or two of
cotton in condition to aid in rapid
drying without deterioration in case
a bale Is exposed to weather. On an
average. 20,000 bales of cotton are de
stroyed by fire before the crop is mar
keted and most of this loss can be
traced to flash or spark fire. Gotten
stored in suitable warehouses would
he evidence of a progressive step, for
there Is probably no crop of so great
value that* Is treated with so little
thoughtful consideration. —Scientific
American
Loose Chance
By HELEN HOLDEN
(Copyright.)
This was the first domestic difficulty
Mrs. Hoy had had. Various things had
disappeared from her boudoir.
Mrs. Hoy had a sudden inspiration.
She flew across the room to the
dresser.
After rummaging for a few seconds
she brought to light a long, narrow
pocketbook.
She cleared a corner of the drawer,
and into It dumped the contents, the
bills and loose change of the pocket
book.
She picked out from the loose
change, two quarters, two dimes, and
a nickel.
These she returned to the pocket
book in her hand.
“Two quarters, two tens, and a five,"
she counted, before shutting the
pocketbook; “that’s enough bait. Now
to see if I can catch my fish.”
If the pocketbook disappeared, she
would have proof positive that Delia,
the maid, was the guilty one.
She laid It on the sideboard.
Just at this point her train of
thought was interrupted by the ar>
rival of her husband.
Luncheon was an unusually silent
and hurried meal.
Immediately after luncheon Mr. Hey
hurried away.
“I'm sorry, Heater,'* he said, as he k
was leaving, “but FU be late tonight," *
“How little he suspects,” Hester
shut the door slowly behind him.
About six o’clock a man stood out
side the Hoy apartment. Noiselessly
he fitted a key in the lock and gently
pushed the door open.
“There's still something for which
to be thankful,” he sighed, as he sank
into the nearest chair.
It was Kenton Hoy.
“I, who. never lost as much as a
nickel before!” he exclaimed Irritably.
"Losing a pocketbook with twenty-five
dollars is something of a blow!”
“Pshaw,” he added quickly, “I
haven’t lost It. I’ve just mislaid It
somewhere.
“And It must be found before Hester
gets home.”
After five minutes of frenzied
search, Mr. Hoy paused for breath.
"But there's Della,” a sudden
thought striking him. “Della might
have picked it up while dusting round
and tucked it away somewhere.
“Goodness, gracious me, Kenton
Hoy, how you scared me I” exclaimed
Mrs. Hoy, letting herself In suddenly
at the front door. “I thought you
weren’t coming home till late.”
“We —you see, I—er —got through
early, after all,” replied. Mr. Hoy.
“Well, I’m thankful you did,” said
Mrs. Hoy, “for we’ll have to go out
to dinner tonight”
“Go out to dinner?*’ asked Mr. Hoy
faintly.
“Della’s gone,” announced Mrs. Hoy
shortly.
“Gone?” gasped Mr. Hoy.
“Yes; come on, and FU tell you as
we go along.”
Mr. Hoy did some rapid thinking.
He had in his pocket just seventy-five
cents in change.
* All the way down, the car was
crowded.
Mr. Hoy found himself helping hia
wife out of the car, across the street
and into the restaurant
Before he had time to think further,
he was beginning in earnest the part
be had just been rehearsing.
His look of startled surprise, as hts
hand came out empty from his pocket,
was perfect.
The head waiter came hurrying up.
“What’s the matter? Something
lost?” he asked hurriedly.
“My pocketbook. It’s gone,” an
swered Mr. Hoy truthfully.
Then he glanced swiftly at his wife.
It was now up to her.
“Don’t make such a scene,” his wife
whispered hurriedly. “I have enough.'*
Mr. Hoy could scarcely refrain from
dancing down the room to the table
where they were to eat.
“Tell me about losing your pocket
book.” suggested Mrs. Hoy, as soon as
they had given their order.
“You snw what happened.” It was
all Mr. Hoy could do to keep from *
smiling. “Probably some one In the
car— have —”
“Then, how do you account for
this?" und his wife laid on the table,
between them, the lost pocketbook.
“How —when —where?” stammered
Kenton Hoy.
“On the floor in front of your chif
fonier this niorning. Just after you
left," replied Mrs. Hoy.
“ ‘A fair e\<4innge is no robbery,’ ”
he smiled, ns his hand, In restoring the
lost pocketbook to its usual place In
his pocket, came In contact with a
small, flat object.
Pulling It out of his pocket, he tossed
It across the table to hie wife.
“My pocketbook I” screamed Mrs.
Hoy so loud that the diners at the
other tables turned to see what had
happened.
Mr. Hoy nodded.
“Why, that’s the very reason I dis
charged Della,” continued Mrs. Hoy ex
citedly.
“I didn’t take It from your drawer,”
explained Mr. Hoy. ”1 found it at
lunch time, on the sideboard.”
"If I were you I wouldn't say any
thing again—ever again—about mis
laying things,” warned Mrs. Hog. v** 1
Mr. Hoy v. laced.
Things were still working as he had
figured.
The liarping had beguiw