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--.Irs:-':.: ",s CHAETER 2 CONTINUED I I At tab age of nine George Amber son Minafer, the Major's one grand child, was a princely terror, dreaded not only in Amberson addition but in many other quarters through which he galloped on his white pony. "By £5iiy, guess you think you own this town!" an embittered laborer com plained one day, as Georgie rode the pony straight through a pile of sand the man was sieving. "I will when I grow up," the undisturbed child re plied. "I guess my grandpa owns It now, you bet!" And the baffled work man, having no means to controvert •what seemed a mere exaggeration of the facts, could only mutter, "Oh, pull •down your vest!" "Don't haf to! Doctor says it ain't healthy!" the boy returned promptly. "But I tell you what I'll do: I'll pull down my vest if you'll wipe off your «hin J" month after his ninth birthday annv Tersary, when the Major gave him his pony, he had already become acqurJnt «d with the tousrhest boys in various ASIA R• M^gnific&il This was stock and stencil: the ac customed argot of street badinage of the period and in such matters Geor gie was an expert. He had no vest to pull down the Incongruous fact was that a fringed sash girdled the juncture of his velvet blouse and breeches, for the Fauntleroy period had set in, and Georgie's mother had so poor an eye for appropriate things, where Georgie was concerned, that «he dressed him according to the doc trine of that school in boy decoration. Not only did he wear a sttk sash, and silk stockings and a broad lace collar with his little black velvet suit: he had long brown curls, and often came home with burrs in them. Except upon the surface (which was not his own work but his mother's) Georgie bore no vivid resemblance to the fabulous little Cedric. The sto ried boy's famous "Lean on me, grand father," would "have been difficult tc imagine upon the lips of Georgie. A TMaaNCT'S I COPYRIGHT J3Y-POUBQaasy.PAjE A CCMPANY distant parts of the' toWn,' and had convinced them that the toughness of a rich little boy with long curls might be considered In many respects su perior to their own. He fought them, learning how to go baresark at a cer tain point in a fight, bursting into tears of anger, reaching for rocks, ut tering walled threats of murder, and attempting to fulfill them. Fights often led to intimacies, and he ac quired the art of saying things more exciting than "Don't haf to!" and "Doctor says it ain't healthy!" Thus on a summer afternoon a strange boy, sitting bored upon the gatepost of the Rev. Malloch Smith, beheld George Amberson Minafer rapidly approach ing on his white pony and was im pelled by bitterness to shout: "Shoot the ole jackass! Look at the girly curls! Say, bub, where'd you steal your mother's ole sash!" "Your sister stole It for me!" George Instantly replied, checking the pony. "She stole it off our clo'esline an' gave it to me." "You go get your hair cut!" said the stranger hotly. "Yah! I haven't got any sister!" "I know you haven't at home," Georgie responded. "I mean the one that's in jail." "I dare you to get down off that pony!" Georgie jumped to the ground, and the other boy descended from the Rev. Mr. Smith's gatepost—but he descend ed inside the gate. "I dare you out side that gate," said Georgie. "Yah! I dare you half way here. I dare you—" But these were luckless challenges, for Georgie immediately vaulted the fence—and four minutes later Mrs. Malloch Smith, hearing strange noises, looked forth from a window then screamed, and dashed for the pastor's study. Mr. Malloch Smith, that grim bearded preacher, came to the front yard and found his visiting nephew being rapidly prepared by Master Min afer to serve as a principal figure in a pageant of massacre. It was with great physical difficulty that Mr. PAJCTTJC ocGtW OMANCE is calling to you! Strange and smiling foreign lands are beckoning to you. Shove off and see the world! Learn to "parley-voo" in gay Paree. See the bull-fight,s in Panama. See surf-riding on the beach of Waikiki. Learn the lure that comes with the swish and swirl of the good salt sea. Eat well—free dress well— free sleep clean—free and look 'em all straight in the eye—British, French, Chinese, Japanese, Spaniards, Egyptians, Algerians and all manner of people. Come! Be a real man of the world. See the world. See it with SOUTH AMERICA. Dont you want to see the 'WforId Shove off! -Join the U.S. Navy ssimtn manage'd to give his nephew a chance to escape into the house, for Georgie was hard and quick, and in such matters remai'kably intense but the minister, after a grotesque tussle, got him separated from his opponent iand shook him. "You stop that, you!" Georgie cried fiercely, and wrenched himself away. "I guess you don't know who I am!" "Yes, I do know!" the angered Mr. Smith retorted. "I know who you are, and you're a disgrace to your mother! Your mother ought to be ashamed of herself to allow—" "Shut up about my mother bein' ashamed of herself!" Mr. Smith, exasperated, was unable to close the dialogue with dignity. "She ought to be ashamed," he repeat ed. "A woman that lets a bad boy like you—" But G6orgie had reached his pony and mounted. Before setting off at his accustomed gallop he paused to inter rupt the Rev. Malloch Smith again. "Pull Down Your Vest, You Ola Billy goat." "You pull down your vest, you ole billygoat, you!" he shouted, distinctly. "Pull down your vest, wipe off your chin—an' go to h—!"* Such precocity is less unusual, even in children of the Rich, than most grown people imagine. However, it was a new experience for the Rev. Malloch Smith, and left him in a state of excitement. He at once wrote a note to George's mother, describing Look 1 Here is the globe spread out flat be fore your eyes. See those stars? Every star shows where a U. S. Navy ship was on September 2nd 1919. The Navy travels the Seven Seas. the red-blooded, hard-working, hard-playing men of the U. S. Navy. Pay begins the day you join. On board ship a man is always learning. Trade schools develop skill,, industry and business ability. Thirty days care-free holiday each year with full pay. The food is good. First uniform outfit is fur nished free. Promotion is un limited for men of brains. You can enlist for two years and come out broader, stronger and abler. Shove off—Join the U. S. Navy. If you're between 17 and 35 go to the nearest recruiting station for all the details. If you don't know where it is ask your postmaster. tne crime according to nis* nepnews testimony, and the note reached Hre. Minafer before Georgie did. When he got home she read It to him sorrow fully. Dear Madam: Tour son has caused a painful distress in my household. He made an unprovoked attack upon a little nephew of mine who is visiting la my household, Insulted him by calling him vicious names and falsehoods, stating that ladies of his family were in jail. He then tried to make his pony kick him, and when the child, who is only eleven years old, while your son is much older and .stronger, endeavored to avoid his indigni ties and withdraw quietly, he pursued him into the Inclosure of my property and brutally assaulted him. When I appeared upon this scene he deliberately called in sulting words to me, concluding with pro fanity, sucli as "go to h—which was heard not only by-myself but by my wife and the lady who lives next door. I trust such a state of undisciplined behavior may be remedied for the sake of the rep utation for propriety, If nothing higher, of the family to which this unruly child be longs. Georgie had muttered various inter ruptions, and as she concluded the reading he said: "He's an ole liar!" "Georgie, you mustn't sajr liar.' Isn't this letter the truth?" "Well," said Georgie, "how old am I?" "Ten." "Well, look how he says I'm older than a boy eleven years old." "That's true," said Isabel. "He does. But isn't some of it true, Georgie?" Georgie felt himself to be in a dif ficulty here, and he was silent. "George, did you say what he says you did?" "Which one?" "Did you tell him to—to— Did you say, 'Go to h—?'" Georgie looked worried for a mo ment longer then he brightened. "Lis ten here, mamma grandpa wouldn't wipe his shoe on that ole story teller, would he?" "Georgie, you mustn't—" "I mean: none of the Ambersons wouldn't have anything to do with him, would they? He doesn't even know you, does he, mamma?" "That hasn't anything to do with it." "Yes. it has! I mean: none of the Amberson family go to see him, and they never have him come in their house they wouldn't ask him to, and prob'ly wouldn't even let him." "That isn't what we're talking about." "I bet," said Georgie emphatically, "I bet if he wanted to see any of 'em, he'd haf to go around to the side door!" "No, dear, they—" "Yes, they would, mamma! So what does it matter if I say somep'm' to him he didn't like? That kind o' people, I don't see why you can't say anything you want to to 'em!" "No, Georgie. And yon haven't an swered me whether you said that dreadful thing he says you did." "Well—" said Georgie. "Anyway, he said somep'm' to me that made me mad." And upon this point he offered no further details he would not ex plain to his mother that what had made him "mad" was Mr. Smith's hasty condemnation of herself: "Your mother ought to be ashamed," and "A woman that lets a bad boy like you—" Georgie did not even con sider excusing himself by Quoting "You Think You Own This Town!'" inese insolences. Isabel stroked his head. "They were terrible words for you to use, dear. From his letter he doesn't seem a very tactful person, but—" "He's just riffraff," said Georgie. "You mustn't say so," his mother gently agreed. "Where did you learn those bad words he speaks of? Where did you hear anyone use them?" "Well, I've heard 'em serreval places. I guess Uncle George Amber son was the first I ever heard say 'em. Uncle George Amberson said 'em to papa once. Papa didn't like it, but Uncle George was just laughin' at papa, an' then he said 'em while he was laughin.'" "That was wrong of him," she said, but almost instinctively he detected the lack of conviction in her tone. It was Isabel's great failing that what ever an Amberson did seemed right to her, especially if the Ainbcrson was either her brother George or her son (u-orge. "You must promise me," she said feebly, "never to use those bad words again." "I promise not to," he said prompt ly—and he whispered an Immediate As an Amberson he was already a public character, and the story of his adventure in the Rev. Malloch'Smirh'r front yard became a town topic. Many people glanced at him with great dis taste thereafter, when they chanced to encounter him, which meant noth ing to Georgie, because he innocently believed most grown people to be nec essarily cross looking as a normal phe nomenon resulting from the adult state and he failed to comprehend that the distasteful glances had any personal bearing upon himself. If he had perceived such a bearing he would have been affected only so far, prob ably, as to mutter, "Riffraff!" Pos sibly he would have shouted it and certainly most people believed a story that went round'the town just after Mrs. Amberson's funeral, when Geor gie was eleven. Georgie was reported to have differed with the undertaker about the seating of the family his Indignant voice had become audible: "Well, who is the most important per son at my own grandmother's fu neral?" And later he had projected his head from the window of the fore most mourners' carriage, as the under taker happened to pass. "Riffraff!" There were people—grown people they were—who expressed themselves lonsringly: they did hope to live to see We Would Like to See You before you buy your tractor. We want you to know How well the Rumley Oil Pull will do yourjwork. We want you to see for yourself how easy it is to start---how steadily it runs—how hardy it is. 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Washington, Sept. 24.—Congress in tervened in the steel strike by direct ing the senate labor committee to in stitute an immediate investigation to ascertain "if the situation can be re lieved by federal action." The inquiry will begin at once, when representatives of the strikers will be heard. Later Chairman Gary of the United States Steel corporation, Presi dent Gompers of the American Feder ation of Labor and other spokesmen for capital and labor will appear. Kill Each Other In Gun Duel. Memphis, Tenn., Sept. 20.—O. W. Webster, a United States deputy marshal, and William Smiddy, former detective, were killed and a negro by stander was wounded in an exchange of shots in the downtown district here.