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MR. DOOLEY
The Anglo-Saxon Triumph
By F. P. DUNNE.
Copyright, 1904, by McClure, Phillips & Cos.
"Well, sir,” said Mr. Etooley, “I’m
jjappy to see how glad ivrybody Is
about what happened to ye a week
ago *ast Choosdah.”
"Much I care what they think,” said
j,lr. Hennessy.
•Well, It’s a great consolation in be
reavement," said Mr. Dooley, “to
l,now that ye’er sorrow Is a soorce iv
j,iv to others. All th’ wurruld is glad
jv got it where ye did. Th' Czar turn
ed a summersault whin he heerd th’
nows. Th’ King iv Italy has not got
)i me since iliction night. Th’ Prisidint
jv France called on Gin’ral Porther an’
kissed him f’r th’ Prisidint. Th’ Pris
jdint iv Colombia illuminated th’ offi
ryal palace an' tillygrafted askin’ if
there was annything Prisidint Rosen
felt cud do to him that hadn't been
done. Th’ German Impror sat down
an’ wrote th’ followin’ cable: ‘Con
gratylations on ye’er iliction as Kaiser
jv !h’ well-born American people. May
ye, r reign be long an’ happy. Toum
felix fastumque barazza*’ which is
Latin f'r ’Why can’t we be frinds?’
•But th’ mos’ enthu9yastic enthus
yasm was in England. On hearin’ th’
glad news on th’ Saturdah followin’
th’ iliction, th’ King sint f’r Ambassa
dure Choate who came as fast as his
hands an’ knees wud carry him. Ar
rivin' at Buckin’ham palace, his maj
esty gracyously extinded his foot an’
ordhered him to convey his thanks to
his lile subjicks acrost th’ sea. Th’
English pa-apers almost wint crazy
with approval. Says wan iv thim:
'Thaydoor Rosenfelt is not a states
man in th’ English sinse. He wud not
compare with our Chamberlains or
aven Markses. He is of more vulgar
type. Judged be th’ English standards,
he Is a coorse an’ oncultivated man.
But in America he stands high f'r good
taste an’ lamin’. We regard his ilic
tion as a great triumph f’r th’ Anglo-
Saxon race. So long as Sicrety Hay
can restrain his longin’ to rayturn to
his home an' continue to sit on Capt.
Kosenfelt’s head, th’ two counthrles
will be boun together in a way that
will double our Joys an’ their sorrows.
While Jawn Hay. that gr-reatest iv
American statesmen an’ almost good
enough f’r annv office iv a parochial
nature in this counthry, remains in
charge iv th’ governitnt at Wash’nton,
it can have our frindship with all that
this implies. Afther that we hope to
have our tariff again thim in wurruk
in’ ordher an’ we won’t care. We
await returns fr’m th' city iv Texas an’
th’ state iv Ohio, Matsachoossts, be
fure makin’ anny further commlnt.’
•So ye see, Hlnnissy, ’twas th’ An
glo-Saxon vote that did it. I see now
what th’ Presidint was up to whim he
sint fr Cassidy Iv th’ Clan-na-Gael.
Th’ Clan-na-Gael is wan iv th’ sthrong
est Anglo-Saxon organyzatlons we
have. It's whole purpose is to im
prove Anglo-Saxon civilyzation be ili
vatin it. There's on’y wan way to
do it an* thats th’ wey they do. Th’
raison Cassidy an’ Kelly an’ Murphy
an’ Burke an’ Shea an’ all th’ boys
up an’ down th' sthreet voted f’r Rosen
felt was because they ar-re Anglo-Sax
ons. Th' A. O. H. which, iv coorse,
ye know manes All Ol’ H’Bnglishmen,
was f’r Rosenfel't f’r th’ same t'alson.
So it was with th’ Anglo-Saxon turn
vereins an’ sangerfests. Me frlnd
Schwartzmeiger down th’ sthreet voted
fr’ Rosen felt because iv his sthrong
feelin’ in favor iv cimlntin’ th’ alliance
between th’ two nations. An’ he was
ilicted, I hear.
“I wondher how he’ll threat th’ Anglo-
Saxon fr’m now on. I’m proud iv bein’
a mimber iv that gr-reat race, now
that me attintion has been called to
it. Gawd bless Anglo-Saxony, says I
with all me heart. It has made us a
free counthry. But in handin’ around
th’ medals afther th’ vlcthry, I fain
wud see a few pinned to manly ooats
that were not made in Bond sthreet.
Give all th’ branches iv that noble herd
a chance.
“But this Is th’ way it usually goes:
About ‘a year befure llictlon a man
be th’ name iv Sheehan or Sullivan or
Casey makes up his mind that it’s
about time to think iv nommynatin’
somebody f’r tIV prisidincy. He looks
around him an’ havin’ wanst run acrost
a fellow in *h’ lAgisl&chure fr’m down
th’ state somewhere th’at niver made
a speech, he Jumps aboord a thrain an’
tears off f’r th’ counthry. Afther some
hours he finds a man than can steer
him to th’ home iv th’ people’s choice,
Judge Silas Higgins. Th’ Judge ray
ceives him in th’ barn on account iv
th’ fam’ly ’an’ accepts th’ call fr’m th’
people. He’s surprised he hadn’t heard
it befure. Casey says th’ counthry is
fairly ringin’ with it. Casey comes
The Turkeys
That Got Lost
By C. B. LEWIS, the Veteran Humorist.
It was to be their first Thanksgiving
dinner after wedded bliss—young Mr.
and Mrs. Hartley—and they deter
mined to celebrate the event In a be
fitting manner. They were settled In
a rosy little flat, and Mrs. Hartley was
just dying to play hostess. The hus
band. on his part, felt that he could
assume all the suavity and dignity of
finst at the head of hla own table, and
so the affair was talked over and plan
ned out with all the enthusiasm that
found some new detail to feed upon
every succeeding day.
The first Idea was to invite a party
of fourteen to sit down to the dinner,
niaklng sixteen in all. This had been
s'ttled for several days, when the hus
>and returned home one evening to
nil'] the wife In tears. Of course he
Put his arms around her and anxiously
asked If his mother-in-law were 111 or
''"■■id, and after s little she choked
.!£ ,ier * ob * “fit l replied:
Nobody Is 111 or dead, but I have
measuring with a tapellne."
Measuring what—the back yard?”
No; the dining room and the table,
u tie table won’t heat but eight per
•■''ns. and w# couldn’t get over twelve
111,0 the dining room If we packed them
l . k *’, snrdlnes. What are we to do?
on't the walls be bulged out, or eome
thliig. to make room?”
the husband critically examined the
’'"lls and decided that they already
h"l all the bulge that could be rea
sonably expected of them. A moun
hitn cf anxiety was settling down on
'tie little household when his face aud-
cleared and he exclaimed!
Hy George, but It’s the easiest thing
>' the world! Instead of having tlx
’*en we will only havo eight!"
hh, Harry, but how wtee and clever I
>wu are I” she exclaimed In turn, M
back to town an’ takes off his coat
an' goes to wurruk. He argues an'
pleads an' palavers an’ punches to
gether a majority iv votes in th’ mane
time keepin' Judge Higgins chained
down at home an’ feedin’ mm fr’m time
to time with canned principles. Th 1 -
judge is noinmynated an’ makes a
whirlwind campaign. He supplies th’
wind an’ CMsey supplies th’ whirl.
Ivrybody takes a kick at Casey. Th’
opposition papers ar-re in favor iv
hangin’ him. Th’ pa-apers iv his own
party lament that th’ campaign shud
be in th’ Wands iv such a man whin
there are such pathrites as Perkins an’
Sanderson who ought to be at head
quarters. They are at headquarthers
on’y th’ papers don’t know it. They
ar-re at headqu’arthers an’ Casey is
rehearsin’ thim in their speeches an'
showin’ thim where to mark their bal
lots.
“On iliction day Casey fixes it up
with his frind Mulligan in New York,
O’Brien in Saint Looey, Muleahey in
Boston, O’Shay in Hartford, Butler in
Buffalo, Doherty in San Francisco,
Dorney in New Orleans, Hennessy in
Columbus, Sullivan in Chicago an’ Mc-
Gann in Keokuk an’ Judge Higgins is
triumphantly ilicted. Th’ mornin’ af
ther iliction Casey lams that th’ ray
suit Is looked upon as a triumph f’r
an Anglo-Saxon policy. He don’t shout
himsilf 'hoorse over that, because his
on’y acquaintance with an Anglo-Saxon
policy was whin his fam’ly was dhrlven
out iv th’ County Kerry be a bailiff
with an Anglo-Saxon bludgeon, but
he goes over to see th’ judge. ‘Well,
Casey,’ says he, ‘I done very well,’ he
says. ’Ye did f'r a fact,’ says Casey.
'lt was a great triumph f’r me,' says
th’ judge. ‘I think what knocked thim
was me last speech in Hoboken.” It
was a great vote getter,’ says Casey.
‘Well,’ says th’ judge, ’I can’t spare ye
anny more time to-day, me humble
frind,’ he says. ‘l’m busy makin’ up
me cab’net.’ he says. ‘I have decided
to appint th’ Hon’rable Peabody Per
kins iv th’ District lv Columbia, slcri
ty IV state. He is partic’larly fitted
f’r th’ place, havin’ spint all but th’
las’ six weeks lv his life in England.
His appintmint is endoorsed be th’
London Times. I have also,’ he says,
’offered th' job iv sicrity iv th’ inteer
yor to th’ Hon’rable Ponsonby San
derson. He is th’ high chief guy in
th'. Lile Orange Lodge an’ will know
jus’ how to handle 'th’ public school
question,’ he says. ’Thank ye,’ says
Casey. ’I have th’ names iv a few
fellows that have wurruked hard an’
I’d like to find places f’r thim,’ he
says. ’My man,’ says th’ judge, ‘d'ye
ralize that ye ar-re talkin’ to th’ Pris
idint Uict iv these United States,’ ho
says. ‘lf I did not feel kindly to’rd ye
f’r ye’er ameat. if sometimes mis
guided efforts in me behalf. I wud
have ye raymoved be th’ dure-keeper.’
he says. ‘As it is.’ he says, ‘ye can
slnd th’ applications iv ye’er frinds to
th’ clerk iv th’ civil earvice commis
sion, who has charge iv th’ day lab
orers.’ he says.
“An’ there ye ar-re. Why do boys
go to Harvard an’ Yale? Is it because
iv Eliot an’ Hadley or because Iv Hur
ley an’ Hogan. I read th’ accounts
iv th’ futball game. Th’ line-up was
as follows: Hogan, Rafferty, Murphy.
McGuire, Hurley, Coonw, Shevlin,
Muldoon, Cassidy, Peabody, Van Ren
seller. Afther fifteen minyits Peabody
retired. At th’ end iv twinty minyits
Van Renseller was called out 'be his
mu. Flaherty an’ Hinnissy in. Ho
gan through guard. Murphy pushes
McGuire through tackle. Cooney slams
Saltonstall on th' ground an’ breaks his
hack. Shevlin throws Witherspoon
over th’ fence. An’ so on till me
eyes fill with tears an’ I have dhreams
iv Invadin’ Canada with an ar-rmy iv
young Anglo-Saxon futball scholars
fr’m Kerry an’ th’ County Mayo. An’
that night Prisidint Hadley or Prisi
dint Eliot makes an addhress at th’
King's birthday dinner an’ rejoices in
our lnthrest In Anglo-Saxon spoorts
an’ congratylates th’ wurruld that
hereafter if England has a war we
will have a chance to do most lv th’
flghtin’ an’ pay half th’ money.
"I wondher why It Is! I suppose It’s
because we like th’ game more thin th’
rewards. Wan iv th' Anglo-Saxons who
helped Jllct Rosenfelt las’ Choosdah
wud give up his Job rather thin be a
pollytictan an’ I suppose Hogan is
thinkin’ all through th’ game that It’s
th' Prince lv Wales he has against
him on th’ opposin’ line.”
“Well,” said Mr. Honnessy, “if I
thought this was an Anglo-Saxon vlc
thry I wud niver have voted th way I
did.”
“What!” exclaimed Mr. Dooley. “An’
did you, too? Well, he hivens. If It
hadn’t been f’r me, it wud have been
unanimous.”
she dried her tears and embraced him.
"No one on this earth but you would
have thought of anything so clever.”
That point was got over and all was
serene, but only for a few hours. At
midnight that night Harry was nudged
out of his sleep to hear a voice say
ing;
"We can’t have a Thanksgiving din
ner after all. If we set the table for
eight persons the tablecloth will be too
short. When mamma bought them for
us she said we would never want to
If# proceeded to lint nut the leanest
and lovgiMtkt bird In lit# W.
SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY. NOVEMBER 20. 1904.
seat over four or five at once. Oh,
Harry, but —1”
’’But all we’ve got to do is to buy a
longer cloth,” he sleepily replied.
’’That’s so. Why didn’t I think of it?
You are Just the cleverest man in this
world, and I’m not going to worry any
more."
But she did. Next day she discov
ered that she only had knives and
forks for six. It was the some with
dining-room chairs. It was the same
with the after-dinner coffee cups and
several other things, and she had wept
for an hour when Harry came home
and suggested that the way out of the
difficulty was to buy or borrow. For
ten days before Thanksgiving there
were rehearsals every evening. That
is, pictures were taken down and re
hung, the table set, an imaginary com
pany assembled, and host and hostess
went through their parts until it was
certain that there could be no failure.
Meanwhile, the turkey had by no
means been forgotten. On the con
trary, he had really been the main
issue, and the other matters mere tan
gents. It had never been a question
between turkey, goose or duck. It had
been turkey from the first—a fat young
turkey weighing from ten to twelve
pounds—a turkey stuffed with oysters
and done brown and carved after the
rules laid down by the world’s greatest
chefs.
They had talked, sung and dreamed
of turkey, and on the sly each had con
sulted poulterers and butchers days
and days in advance. From a natural
history taken from the public library
they read up on the habits of the bird,
and they smacked their lips in unison
over the concluding words: “And the
turkey is probably the finest eating of
any of the domestic fowl than can be
named.” ,
Up to five days before Thanksgiving
there had not been a word of disa
greement or the slightest friction.
Then came a cloud. The young wife
argued that the turkey should be
bought that very day and placed in the
refrigerator. A bird in the box was
worth two in the butcher shop. The
market might go up. or all the tur
keys in the country fly off to Canada
to be roasted. She would be on the
safe side. Every hour or two, until
he was wanted for the over, she would
look In on the bird and see that he
Wad not escaped, and he would be a
prize to exhibit to any of her friends
dropping in.
The husband, on the contrary, held
that the turkey should be left alive
till t'he last day. He would be gaining
fat and juiciness all 'the time, and
would have the flavor of a’Vresh-pick
ed peach when re'ady for table.
Rats, germs or microbes might get
after him even amidst the ice, and the
thought was not to be entertained.
When the husband had called his
wife’s attention to the fact that his
grandfather had once run a turkey
ranch, and that he himself had been
talking turkey since he was ten years
old, the wife gave in and the next
question came up. <
Who should order this bird? The
wife contended that she should. It
was not only her privilege as a house
wife, but the butcher would naturally
give a wife a greater choice and a
finer bird than he would a husMand.
She could elicit a positive guarantee
from him as to age, conduct, fatness
and tenderness, while he would cer
tainly seek to work off most any old
bird, of most any age and condition,
on an innocent-looking young hus
band. It would be selected the (fay
before Thanksgiving, with positive
and unalterable orders for delivery
next morning at sharp 9 o’clock. By
10 o’clock he would be in the oven,
The best he could do was to find a boy
with a leg of mutton tinder his arm
and scare him out of a year’s growth
and by 1 he would make his bow to
the audience. Yet, It was all settled
that she should go down to the butch
er’s and —
But another disagreement took
place. As the head of the house it
was the husband’s duty to select the
turkey. Next year, he might waive his
right, but it could not be thought of
now. Wisdom, experience, observa
tion and cleverness were required to
select a turkey to do honor to the
occasion, and the butcher who thought
to pull feathers over his eyes would
meet his Waterloo In trying it on. He
might have an innocent look, and peo
ple might think he could be “worked,”
but -when his guests ate of that
twenty-pound turkey they should he
asked to decide. The situation was
strained for an hour, and then the wife
gave up. If she was to have the honor
of cooking the turkey, why not grant
the husband the honor of buying It?
“Sir,” said young Mr. Hartley as he
entered a butcher shop where scores
of dressed fowls were hanging by the
legs or piled In heaps, “1 want one
of the best twelve-pound turkeys In
the place, and I want to tell you that
I know the difference between a first
and second rate and can’t be deceiv
ed.”
“I like to see one of your sort,” re
plied the butcher with a patronizing
smile; and proceeded to hunt out
the leanest and toughest bird In the
lot and declare that George Washing
ton never saw a finer. It was paid for
and the order booked for 9 o’clock
next morning, and Mr. Hartely went
home patting himself on the back.
Before he slept that night he had
described the butcher, the butcher
shop, the turkey and what he said so
many times oyer that his wife dream
ed of them and awoke up with the
nightmare
Breakfast next morning was out of
the way betimes to prepare the stuf
fing and take the bird In. Nine o'clock
came, but the butcher's boy did not
appear. He was given half an hour’s
grace and then Mr. Hartley walked
out to meet and reprove him. At 10
he headed for the butcher shop. The
butcher consulted his order book or
his sausage-stuffer machine or some
thing or the other, and then said that
the boy had started out at 8:S0 and
must have reached the house long ago.
Mr. Hartely got home at 10:$0
to find inquires, tears and reproaches
awaiting him He took them all in his
arms and stood them by saying that
he would go out and telephone from
the corner.
Yes. this was Jones, the butcher,
and what was wanted? The Hartley
turkey ordered for I o'clock? Certain
ly. Owing to an incomprehensible
i mistake, each g one as had never bap
pened before and could by no possi
bility happen again, the bird had been
left lying on its back under a bench,
but would Instantly be forwarded by
lightning express. Sorry, but you
known how It is?
Mr. Hartley returned to the house
and wailed for the lightning express
to strike. It didn’t connect, and
Mrs. Hartley wept and reproached and
would not be comforted. If she had
ordered the turkey—if she had named
the hour of delivery—if she—
The husband rushed out into the
street to find a boy with a turkey and
murder him, but the best he could do
was to find a boy with a leg of mut
ton under his arm and scare him out
of a year’s growth because it hadn't
wings and feet on it. It was going on
12 when he rang the butcher up again.
“Yes. this is Jones. Turkey? What
turkey? Hartley, you say? Oh. yes.
Why. your turkey ought to be almoßt
ready for the table by now. Just hold
the line for a minute. Ah, Mr. Hart
ley, very sorry, you know, but an old
fellow named Blnks carried your tur
key away by mistake for a piece of
salt pork, and we now have three men
Tearfully trying to explain things.
out on his trail. He will be run down
without doubt and made to disgorge,
and meanwhile, if the salt pork will
do you any goo—”
“I knew it would be so!” wailed
the wife as the husband sneaked into
the house while the bells were ringing
noon. “Our guests will begin to ar
rive within ten minutes, and what can
I say to them? If you had only left
it to me!"
There was but one thing Mr. Hart
ley could do—kill the butcher. He
turned on his heel and . left the house
with that resolve in his heart. It took
him .twenty minutes to reach the shop,
and on the Way down he adopted and
rejected twenty different nlans for
putting the liar to death. He finally
settled on that of cramming a turkey,
if there was one left, down his throat
and holding it there. But It was not
to be. He reached the shop to find It
shut up and a sign reading: "Closed
for the day. Open again to-morrow."
Mr. Hartley returned home to find
his six guests assembled in the parlor,
and his wife blushing and stammering
and tearfully trying to explain things.
The turkey dinner was turkeyless, and
it had ail come about from the hus
band Interfering with the wife's con
stitutional privileges. The husband
stepped out. into the hall for a moment
to get his nerve up to face his friends
and accuser, and just then a colored
LEFT ALONE;
OR,
The Adventures of Ben and Nancy.
CHAPTER VI.
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so securely fastened as the children
had thought, and a strong gust of
wind had blown it open. A big wolf
prowling about in search of food had
found the door open and entered, and
when he failed to discover anything in
the line of fresh or salt meat he began
destroying the skin rugs on the floor
and the bedding. He may Wave been
at work for half a day when the chil
dren arrived home. At least he had
made a bad mess of things and was
still at It. The shout they raised did
not bring ihlm out. On the contrary,
he stood his ground and growled so
fiercely that Ben knew there was dan
ger In facing the beast.
While Nancy stood aside and made
ready to shoot if the beast appeared,
Ben went to one of the windows and
marfaged to fire upon and wound him.
Growling and snarling and champing
his teeth in pain and rage, the wolf
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man with a covered basket in hand
came upstairs and said’.
“If your name was Brown, den here’s
your turkey dat we dun cooked at de
restaurant fur you.”
Mr. Hartley took the turkey in. Ho
also took the darkey in. When he had
placed the steaming bird in the center
of the spread table he entered the par
lor with a paternal smile on his face
and announced:
“Now, ladies and gentlemen, please
don’t let the turkey get cold. Run
out. dear, and give the few finishing
touches, and we will follow in a mo
ment.”
And when they had pronounced the
turkey par excellence, and the stuffing
divine, and the dinner one of the cosi
est of the season, the young wife raised
her tearful eyes to her husband and
exclaimed:
“But, oh. you bad, bad man! How
could I know that you were planning
such a complete surprise and saving
me all the worry of the cooking!”
"Eh? Er? Well, you know.” he
replied; and then the guests said he
was a Jolly, clever fellow and drank
to his health.
(Copyright, 1904, by Homer Sprague.)
fled into the big fireplace and managed
to climb up Ohe chimney a few feet.
When he was heard scrambling up
the children entered the house, ’and a
minuter later, when the beast lost his
hold and fell, to scatter the ashes ail
over the floor, they fired two bullets
Into him and laid him dead.
Their next adventure was on the
water. The fishing grounds to which
they most resorted were a distance of
fifteen miles from home. The fish
caught there were of the finest flavor
and sold for a better price than any
other, and when they had good luck
they caught as high as three hundred
before sailing away to make a sale.
The craft sailing up and down the
lake passed within three miles of the
fishing Wanks, and some came so
close that people on board hailed
the children and gave them good-day.
One morning, after a storm which had
kept them at home for two days, they
made an early start and Wad their
lines overboard at sunrise. The fish
bit well, and Ben and Nancy were
taking care of their lines with one
hand and using the other to eat break-
fast, when Nancy suddenly cried
out:
"Oh, Ben, but I must have a whale
on my line! It is the heaviest fish I
ever hooked, and you will have to help
me haul it in."
Ben laid down the bread and meat
he was eating and took the line from
her, and he had hardly done so when
he knew that something besides a
fish was at th# end of the line. When
he had hauled away for a half minute
a large traveling bag appeared, and
as soon as lifted Into the boat It was
seen that the hook had caught through
one of the handles. It was a curious
thing to find in water forty feet deep,
and it did not look as If it had been
overboard many days. It must have
been lost from some passenger steam
er, of course, and, curiously enough,
the key was still in the lock.
"It is not ours, though we have
fished it up from the bottom of the
lake,” said Ben; “but we have at least
the right to see what is inside it. It
Is as heavy as if the owner were car
rying three or four bricks about.”
The children soon discovered what
caused the weight. There was a suit
of clothes, two or three shirts, collars
and cuffs and a pair of shoes, and it
was evident that the bag had belonged
to a man of means. This was more
evident when all the clothing had been
lifted out. There were three buckskin
bags, each as heavy as a brick, and
when they were opened each one was
found to oontaln SI,OOO In gold. Fish
ing and all else was forgotten for the
next half hour to count that gold bver
and over again, and to wonder how the
bag could have been lost. There were
the Initials “J. B. 8.” on the shirts and
collars, but of course they did not tell
the name of the owner or where he
lived.
Dillydoll and Japlittle
THEIR MISDEEDS.
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Poor little Blaokerblack goes flying In n most distressing manner.
* 11.
As soon as Blackerjack had climb
ed up on Grandpa Jack Springbang's
house and settled himself comfortably
on the roof, Dillydoll said hastily:
“Stay there Blackerblack, dear,
while I run around the corner to buy
you some nice green candy.”
Japlittle almost laughed right In
Blackerjack's face at this, but Dilly
doll pinched him good and hard and
he suppressed his emotion. Then he
hurried after Dillydoll, and when the
two had run around the corner they
stood still and peeked. ,
Giraffe craned his long neck In vain
to see what wss happening. He sus
pected that Dillydoll and Japlittle
were doing something that was wrong,
lor Giraffe had always enjoyed so
good a view of life that he was
worldly-wise; and he had learned long
ago that people do not hide away un
less they are doing something, or have
already done It.
“I guess,” said Giraffe to himself,
“that they are playing some kind of
a Joke on Blackerjack. It’s a terri
ble shame. I wish I could see It."
He craned his neck so hard that ha
made the whole ark wobble, and Noah
cried to him in a muffled but sorrow
ful voice to stand still.
Blackerjack watted for the candy
with great patience. But when almost
a whole half minute had gone by and
Dillydoll still remained away, he be
gao to wiggle.
Immediately old Orandpa Jack
flpringbang woke up tnaide of the
houee.
"Heavens!” said hs to himself,
“aoiiLobody actually has had tbs im
“If ye can’t give it back it will be
ours,” said Nancy at last, as she piled
the shining pieces on top of each
other.
“There will be something In the
newspapers about this, for sure.” re
plied Ben. "No man will lose such a
sum of money and say nothing about
it. We shall go to the hank to-mor
row, and then we will ask the bank
er."
.It was a thing to tempt the honesty
of almost any one, and had any other
fisherman made such a haul he would
probably have kept the money for his
own benefit. Ben and Nancy had
been taught honesty and truthfulness,
and even if they hadn't they did not
know the real value of money and
were not grasping. Next day when
they appeared at Glenvllle the bag
was with them, and they had no sooner
entered the bank than the banker ex
claimed:
“Why, children, where on earth did
you find my friend’s bag? I know It
by the initials on it.”
’’We fished It up from the bottom of
the lake," answered Ben.
“You don't tell me! The name of
the gentleman Is John B. Scott, and
he took the steamer Saginaw here five
of six days ago to go down to Detroit.
When the steamer reached her dock
the bag was missing, and the captain
ordered a search of the boat. It
could not be found, but this explains
it. It must have fallen overboard,
and you have brought It back again
in this strange manner. Mr. Scott la
in Glenvllle to-day, and will be here
within half an hour. He Is wealthy
and liberal, and I am sure you will
come In for a handsome reward."
(To be continued.)
pudence to get on my roof!”
He took a long breath and then let
go of all his beautiful, warranted steel
spring backbone, so that he hit the
roof with a bang, and sent It flying up
wards as If there had ben an explo
sion. I
Blackerjack went flying upward
with It. You can see by the strained
expression of hls face that he la both
displeased and amazed.
Dlltydoll and Japllttle, hiding behind
the corner, said:
"Oh. goody! goody! goody! Hooray!
Gracious! But Grandpa Jaok is mad!”
They did not care that Blackerjack
was at that very moment falling head
first toward the ground and would
probably be hurt very badly indeed.
No. Dlllydoll and Japllttle Just
laughed Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hal
(To be continued.)
FEATHKRKU BAROMETERS.
There are lots of birds which proph
esy rain and storm by their actions.
Crows, gulls, wild duck, snipe, plovers,
woodpeckers, cormorants, wild and
tame stvans and most of the wading
birds, show great restlessness when
atormy weather Is approaching. They
fly rwtftly and often aimlessly up and
down, flutter from tree to tree and
place to place and usually scream
loudly and harshly.
BlbbY THINKS.
There Is a drawback to the feast—
That Is. It strikes me so, at least.
No matter how a fellow tries
He can’t eat nil that meets hls eyes;
And though he still has appetlts
He cannot take another bite,
i Now 1 Just think It would be goad
i If on this day a fellow could
I Its made of rubber, so that he
1 Could stretch a little bit, you am,
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