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CHAPTER VIL
l [.\'DER the mass of spiintered
wood Adolph Hardy was found
his head buried in his arms
gust as' he had failen. The frame
swork of the miil had been so old and
warped that with the explogion of the
bombs the thing had lapsed, and
* Hardy had heen buried in the debris
befora the mare destructive work of
‘ she bombs had been able to disfigure
him in any wayv ‘lt seemed almost
uncanny that the man should have
been preserved in so remarkable a
manner
The Dawshergen men carried him
sway from the smoking rulns and
placed him on the ground beside
George Modze Two men, bitterest
enemies In war were now, in death
lying side by side The men, in si
lence, removed their caps, and ther
wwas & brief miiltary salute Thert
Ydeutenant Maxim kuelt beside the
stranger and carefully made a Bys
tematic scarch of his person
“He was carryving dispatches, we,
@re sure of that,” he said, as noathing
of importance came to lght Noth
dng that could possibly ifdentify lym
either, but, of course, he had plenty
of time 10 make away with any pa
pers after he had reached the miil
Anyway, there's nothing here” Then
something on the watch chain of the
man caught his attention, and he
bent lower to examine the tiny locket i
which hung there
The Trinket.
“Some girl's trinket.” he muttered
“Poor devil! You won't have much
use for it now,” and, carefully de
taching it, he fastened it on his own
ehain, under his military coat. Th
mille of the gods grind slowly, but
they grind exceeding small And jit- |
tle did the young lieutenant know as
he carelessly took possession of the
Jocket, that some day, not so very far
distant, that same locket would rol
him of the thing that he wanted more
than anything else in the world
Far away at Lisely Cottage life
was dragging out a slow existence for
Helene Modzel. News of the happen
dngs of the war was slow in coming,
bnd « often there were daye that
‘elapsed before anything definite could
be learned
Helene had few memories to tor
ture her, for until the day when
Hardy had taken leave of them he
had never even touched her There
wag just that short time at the gate
—e@ven now the memory of {t made |
Ber heart heat fast —the sudden flame
in his blue eyes, the shaking of the
world under her feet as he had caught
her up against him, and the lesson
ehe had learned too late in the touch
of his mouth on hers. And because of
the sudden, strange sweetness of it
all she was still the same Helene, she |
wonld not allow her mind ta dwell
upon the awful side of war. she sang
around the house until her father and
mother rejoiced with her. It was Im
;m;siblv not to be strong and have
aith in the presence of such un
bounding confldence as Helene's,
And then suddenly out of Life's 1o
gthere came a day when Helene's
faughter was stilled. The news of
Qeorge's death had reached them ut
Jast, and Adolph Hardy was reported
missing. The newspapers were fllled
with the mysterious Bergstern avia-
‘ Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
“DRI’..\MS.” the learned writer
said, “‘are but the results of
last impressions made on the
brain at night They are never g por
tent, ag some assert They bear no
relation to the future, but are solely
the outgrowth of what has gone be
fore.’”
The man who goes to hed early and
presumably falls ta sleep hears many
things his family never intended him to
hear. Lysander John Appieton had re-
Yired early., and, in a vain attempt to
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the mi ind of the ensuing death of
{ Ldeutenant Modze! were glven As
{ vet the name of the death-dealing
iaviator had not been ascertained
i With the news of George's death,
| Helene's confidence had recelved an
;..uf:’ hlow Bhe began to waver in
{ her belief that some day Hardy would
épurt-?‘, tome back, ldfe had changed
its perspective for her, and she had
Inmg:m to grow a ifttie bitter
Then one day a stranger came
I«u,:m to the home of the Modzels,
{ Helene, coming in from the outslle
| just as she had dole on that day so
| long ago, found him in close consulta
[ tion with her father
'The Stranger. |
g “T'his i« my daughter,” msald her fa
!mw A% the stranger arosge. and she
P smiied a little conventionally at the
{quick admiration in his eyes |
{ “Lieutenant Maxim was present at
the storming of the mill, Helene." her
father went on. "He brings us xrr-.:t‘
news of George."
“Your brother died the death of a
soldler,” said the young lieutenant,
with quick pralise “Hig last words
were to the effect that he would do
it all over again for the glory «f
Dawshergen.”’
Helene sat with her face a little
averted It wasn't that she didn't em
ult In George’'s bravery, but there
geemed to be something dead within
her, something that she could not
bring to life, something of the horror
of war iteelf -that had settled all
over her It seemed almost as If sne
mudt scream to the soldler to stop.
She couldn’t hear to hear any of the
terrible things he was sayving
Ileutenant Maxim handed the wal
let and letters to Mi. Modzel. The
old man was thrilling all over at the
news of his son's bravery and he
touched the papers reverently as
though they were a message from the
dend
“And this voung man who was
blown up In the mill?” he Inquired
finally. “You say that his name has
not as yet heen ascertained™
“We have no Idea of hiz identity.”
sald the lieutenant thoughtfully. “But
he wag a brave man, a man any of
us would have been proud to know.”
Helene had listened intently to
every word of the conversation, and
the thought uppermost in her mind
wag of her lover. She turned to the
Heutenant with a faint smlle and
looked at him questioningly. Keen
dark eves and crisp curly brown halr
seemed to be his chief characteristics,
Indeed he was very good to look up
on, but to Helen he meant simply a
man, a soldier, some one who might
know something more about the ene
my than she had already heard.
“And Lieutenant Hardy, of Berg
stern”' ghe inquired, keeping all
emotton out of her voice and meet
ing his gaze with deep, unfathomable
eves. "He was a great friend of my
brother. Have vou by any'chance
heard anvthing of him”"”’
“He was reported missing, Migs
Modzel, I'm afrald that there s Jittle
hope of the fact that he is still liv
ing."”
“Thank you,” she said briefly, as he
rosge to go. “l am sorry.”
That was all, and yet on the way
back to rejoin hls regiment, lieu
tenant Maxim suddenly remembered
that question
“I'll bet she loved this Hardy,” he
said to himself with sudden convie
tion. “God, it would be worth while
to be loved by a woman ke that!”
(Chapter Eight To-morrow.)
fall asleep, had closed higx eyes
The voices of his wife and daughter
floated In fron the bathroom
“1 pald $lO for this switch,”’ he heard
hia wifa say. “but don't tell your fa
ther. 1 got it on the installment plan.’
My, but this cold cream is expen
sive,”” whispered Daysey Mayme aTwo
dollars for a jar that doesn't hold
enough to plaster one ear.’’
“Pon't tell your father.,’ admonished
her mother. ““The men are such cranks o
There wa€ more whispering, during
which references to skin food and cold
cream were so regulariy hyphenated by
“Daon't tell father'' that Lysander John
fell asleep with these words ringtng in
Lix ears and with the lonely feeling that
| he was shut outside his own Sfence
| Me drramed he was sitting ali alone
{on an island of camphor fce floating in
"an ocean of cold cream while little hills
L of face powder dotted the shores
| He was lonely and cold. and when he
| ealled for help his cries were echoed hy
| “Don’'t tell father!" “Don't tell father!”
Ai Jast a boat appeared, but the crea
{ture rowing it ioked so much Hke a
woman's hair switch that he was afraid,
and plunged into the ocean o escape.
Just as he was going down for the lhlrd
i time he was resq um? hy & life llne that
{ looked ke an appllance for reducing a
double chin, and when cold and wet, he
!\\As pulled on board. the boat turned
Pinto an electric curling {ron, and some
f one was saying in tones that froze his
I hlood, “'Did vou put out the car?’
{ The next morping at breakfast Lysan
| der John told hig dream. and there has
not bheer a meal cocked in his house
sinee Higs wife and daughter, being
| tho apprehensive 10 take any interest in
| the kitchen, spend all thelr time wait
-ling for a telegram announcing the death
of some kin
| For, as every one knows. to dream of
{a cat means the worst kind of news,
I Taking His Cue.
% Diressed in her most appealing style
s,\hz‘.afu:a presided over the afternoon
i tea table
| She simpered and blushed, and m-l{
| the daainty tirns f the wrist and what|
| not at the tea tahle in the approved
i"u“tima stvle. The firelight plaved its old
| game with her eves, and the Jdusk was
| kind to her slightly pink nose
| “More tea. Mr. Wilks?"' she asked
“Oine can not live on tea alone. Miss
: er. Marianna'” he gasped, suspending !
his cup al 8 precarious angle |
g Having rescued the cup. Marianna as
sumed a startled air
I *l'm afraid, Mr. Wilks " she he
oy
1“1 want an answer this afternoon.
: Yoldlv answered Wilks, suddeniy get- .'
{ling courageous
i “{jive me your promise.’’ said she ear. t
i!:s‘im ‘that wlen 1 have given you}
]m3 inswer yan will not do anything |
| rash-not drown vourseif ar =
| Cih. vou're gaing to say ‘Yes.' are
) ¥ he biuried, as he dropped her
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By WEBSTER DENISON,
Applicants.
r HE obsequious Mr Herrlck
r ('rane, head bookkoopar to
Scott & BSon, has had a busy
morning The ante-room to the pri
vate office of the firm's senlor mem
'lwr is crowded with applicants for a
position. Mr. Crane obtrudes to 8o in
form his superior.
“But can't you see [ am busy now,
Crane?’ snapped the importer, “Whean
a man cuts short his vacation to get
back on the job, 1 should think you'd
have tact enough not to bother him
with such trifies as the emploving of
A stenographer Select one yourself,”
“Yes, #ir, Dut—r"
“But what?"
“1 am only following inatructions,
#ir. You told me that this one was
to be vour private secretary and that
that yvou wanted to pass on the
young lady vourself '
FVery well, Let them wait, Tl'll
ring for you.”
ettt e
1 Jerrold Scott, having thus suhdued
‘a servile subordinate and clothed
himself in the mantie of pseudo dig
nity befitting his station and the oc
cagion, settled down, not to the press
ing duties that had shortened his va
casion, but to a contemplation of the
business at hand-—choosing a good
looking secretary.
The subservient (‘rane was not de
ceived This was a scene that had
been enacted without end in the sanc
tum of his employer. He had turned
away hundreds of girls becanse h»
knew that for reasons other than ma
terial ones Scott would not even ques
tlon them concerning thelr experience
and efliciency On the other hand,
with a sort of inherent rebellion
against the tactics of the importer,
C'rane took a fi'vnd*sh dellght in re
taining for his chief's consideration
someé most palpable tvpes of the in
eligible —quick spoken, sharp fea
tured voung women who wore 14
close an approach to male attire as
the law would allow,
He usually ushered in this kind
first, and with folded hands and
guileless air stood by revelling In
wardly at Scottis discomfiture, until
a curt, “That will do, Crane” dis
missed him from the august pres
€ence
Scott's perspleacity always fath
omed his clerk’'s motive and that
made the enjoyment of the ruse all
the Keener *
The bell to tha inner office sum- |
moned him now, and beckoning to a
Tartar that he had detained with
special relish to her demerits, lu*‘
again approached his emplover, and
stood peering through the half
cpened door.
“Plenty of applicantg on hand
Crane?®’ Scott queried
The clerk motioned to the maodern
Virago and nghered her in Scott had
not glanced up from his desk. A
chair had been drawn close to his
Hebusied himself with some papers.
“That's all, Crane,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.’
But the bookkeener stubbornly de
layed his departure. He was not ln‘
Le deprived of his foke. Scott looked
up anckly with an austere rebuke
for his subordinate's stupidity, and
his eye traveled from the clerk to;
the twentieth century Amazon at the
donr The withering glance that hl‘J
directed to Crane then was (mough
It vanquished him- left him quiver
ing hetween the realization of his
temerity and the joy of its fruits
“You are a stenographer?’ asked
the importer, motioning the girl to
the seat
“. have bheen an expert typist for
nine vears and can take any kind
of dictation and have won prizes for
rapid aperating and - Al
Just a moment. please,” the mil
lionaire interrupted with upraised
han:! “What's vour name?’
“Nargh Pennington.'"
A Hoodoo.
“Age?”' he asked, outwardly th@l
acme of sohriety, but chuckling at lhol
gquestion within |
“Thirty-six.” g
“Why did you leave your last po
sition?!
“The huilding burned down.”
“And before that?”
“The firm went out of business,
The senior partner died.”
“let me see,” sald the girl reflect.
ing “Oh, yes, that was in a lawyer's
office. He was arresto# for robbidg |
hir clients and sent to jail” ‘
*Moerciful. Providence!" n\‘-‘l:nmm‘u
the imagorter, rising. “Were you born
on vhv‘g‘.)nrtnvn(h 3 !
“No, why?' queried the applicant
deflantly “Do you think I'd be un- |
lueky ?” }
“I'm afraid ! must confess to svohn |
trepidations.” Scott answered in sua
vest tones. 'l'd expect the house to
be falling about my ears.”
‘You're not superstitious” the
voung woman scornfully suggested
“No but I don't like to - take
chances, I'm afraid | can not court a
cataclysm Pardon me, Miss Pen
nington, if we are not suited to each
ther.” |
He touched the bell ‘
Kindly show the voung lady (\:Xl_l
Crane,” he ordered, with a gesture of
mack gallantry toward the door
Then he whirled on his employvee
] gave you-credit for a LITTLE
sense. ('rane. but vou pick your ste
nographers litke vou do everything
e ine Now please bring in & human
heing
The voung woman ushered into the
office now evoked a smile from Scoty
a sort of “glad-to-see-you' smile,
bu* supercilious, too. since the inten
sity of the ook with which she re
garled him was digconcerting i
Phveically her attractions were un- |
juestionable (‘rane had noticed this |
and serving, too, the businesslike |
manner in which she applied to him l
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This picture \ Gertrude pplying for a position in S by sfoa
He co 9 she ©r pretty and at once decides to en : 3L G >
f $6 4 week and lg overwhelmed when Scott . ‘ -
give er $lO
concerning her interview with Sthe
chief, If Scott must have pretty sec
retaries let him have efficient ones
also, he prayed.
The girl's lips parted as she ap
proached Scott, revealing rows of
pearl-like teeth. “You will pardon
my abrupiness,” sne began, with a
laugh, “but I am familiar with the
necesgsary requisites for application
and may s£ave vou some tiresome
questions, My name is Catherine
Wiggins. I am 20 years old, have had
three years' experience as an aman
uensis and my salary request {s $l5
a week.”
“Very clear and very Kkind of vou,
I'm suyre.” sald the millionaire. He
had regained his porse and retained
his winning smile.
A Wise Girl.
“Do you live at home?"
“No, sir, my parents live in a little
city in Jersey I am boarding at the
Young Women's Christian Associa
i tion ™
- "That's my advantage.” sugzgested
the emplover naively “T have heen
without a secretary for a number of
davs and considerable work has ac
cumulated. I may want her successor
to work with me an evening or two
to clean It un.”
- “Pm afratid I conldn't do that”
. “Your evenings -are occupied 7
iSt‘(»t( drawled out the question His
tone intimated iust a bhit of doubt or
| displeasure, as if he expected his pri
[\'ate secretary to bhe free from other
dutles, ¢
“No, it ten’t that,” the girl divined
quickly, “but 1 have an aversion for
night work in office huildings which 1
acquired shortly after I heagan it."”
“A little unusual” suggested the
employer, kindly “1* should fanecy
vour evenings would he tiresome and
a hit lJonesome--a hright voung wom
an ke vou all alone.’
“Sometimes | am lonesome, Mr.
Scott. Most decent young girls who
have to work for a living are.”
“Hmr——-" he grunted incredulonsly
“[ snouldn’t say that. No attentions
’!‘u " he stumbled over the word
“sweethearts?”
L H“Not vat Most of the voung fel
lows Aare so sillv: the older ones
seem to be all married '’
Scott apnroached her covly,
My dear young lady." he sald
slowly, “does that make so very
much difference, if you'ra really
onesome
.- She raised a gloved hand In a
charming gesture of rebuke
“Ingt so-—miuch--difference” she
mimicked, *‘that I'd rather be lone
some."”
“Oh, come now,” the millionaire
insisted. though he halted in his ap
proach. “a little, harmless flirtation
now and then?”
“There ars no harmless flirtations.”
“Very well, Miss Wiggins." he ac-
Mulcaced “1 have no especial per
sonal reason for plving vou with
guestions, but 1 always find it in
teresting to sound the viewpoints of
others.™
“Yes." she reforted nimbly, “other
people’s viewpoints certainly come
under the head of valuable informa
tion. They so often disconcert in time
one’s best laid plans and save such a
lot' af useless trouble And mine
along certain lines—-have been thrust
upon me. Thev're not of my own
choosing.”
“Oh, come now,” he continued, af
fablyv: “don’t vou think somo of them
make vou a bit extreme; maybe a bit
prudish?”
“No; | wouldn't call them that, Mr.
Scott. | don't think it's prudish not
to accept favors | can’t reray without
being afraid to be alone with my con
TO-MORROW'S INSTALLMENT OF
SHELP WANTED"
gives the reader a clear insight into the nefarious methods of Scott,
' ard shows how craftilv he laid his first plans for the ensnarement of
: the heroine of this great story
science. | don't think it's prudish to
decline to dine with a man who would
jump out of the nearest window if his
wife came in. If that, and refusing
to give kisses to a man who has no
I right to ask them, except tor the rea
| son that a girl has to work for a liv
in~—if that is prudishness, then |
guess I'm guiity, and I'm just a bit
proud of it.’
“But why talk of Kissing other
women’'s husbhands?"
“They surgest it, as it were.”
“You don’t think I would make any
such overtures, 1 hope?”
“Do yosl want the truth?”
¢ ‘O‘l'lilmj_\‘v',"
“Yes; 1 think you would--once.”
My! You're quite frank,” ex
claimed the millionaire. “Frank and
interesting. But granting, for the mo
ment, the truth of your suspicion,
why only once?”
“Because after that vou would
either stop or I would go. And 1
think you would stop Some girls
have a wayv of disarming the enemy.
1 feel that | have.' .
“So vou distrust me. vet you have
no hesitation in accepting a position
in my employ?”
“None whatever, Mr. Scott. I am
myv own protection, and 1T might he a
protection for vou, too."
The Importer raised a hand in dis
sent
*Thank you, I need none.” he said
with some show or spleen. “You mis
judge me. In a measure vou are pes
haps right, but T am afrald vou are
inclined to exaggerate the attitude of
’mnn in the business world, as so
{many voung women unfortunately do.
‘l have no doubt, of course. that there
lare many men who would make ad
vances to g 0 attractive a young
woman.”
“Yes, and [ almnst wish 1 were not
{ 80 attractive, as men call it. It cost
inw my last position and several be
fore that.”
' “Being pretty and particular. T sup
{ pose, {s a trying combination.”
'An Agreement.
I "It just keeps me trving How
lever, I'm wasting vour precious time.
| What is the verdict?”
[ ‘My dear young lady,” the impor-
S:m answered, with mock sincerity, *1
{ shouid be extremely happy to have
fyvou in my emplov, but in justice to
the other applicants [ think I should
see them.”
He took out his watch and rose
| from the seat to which he had re
)H(‘JY("‘]
“Now, if vou will return at -say 11
loclock-——l will let you know.”
‘ “Very well, Mr. Scott.” she agreed
IMn\'Hu: toward the door, she turned
(and added, roguishiy, “1 suppose vou
| want to sound a few madre view -
| points?”
| Scott shook his head, and smiled
| an adieu He recalled Crane and
| faced him
| “Your intultive penetration. sir, is
| on!y exceeded by vour personal mag
| netism.”
| “Yes: =ir
| Scott’'s fist hanged upon the desk.
“Banish that ‘ves, sir,’ to everv-|
thing 1 sav, will vou? Are those the
| only words you know?” ]
l Na, sir ! ‘
| “well, then, kindly tell me. if it
ltsn'i too gredat a tax on yvour mental
ity, how l!ong you've been with this |
| firm. |
i “Twenty years, sir,” stammered the
row thoroughly alarmed aide 1
MY en Twenty yvears. And vou !
know my preferences and PF",i‘ldl('@\'.‘
or should know them. And you know
that I told vou half an hour ago I'
was busy Rut vou insist that I give
up my morning to a lot of hair
brained stenographers-—unemployed
ones. That is all right, since ynu in- |
sist on it. But vou rub it in by first
submitting me to a human m‘arevrn,w.|
then to a veritable Xantippe—in all
but looks,” he added, under his
breath. “Now, I'm going over to the
bank. The rest of your choice selec
tions wil] have to wait. When I re
turn I want to gee some young wom
an whom I am willing to employ as a
secretary and who is willing to bhe
emploved. You understand me,
Crane?”
YR Biy; bute--!
“Yas, sir; BUT. Yes, sir, IF——
Aguin, Crane, for heaven's sake, but
what?"
“1 should say, sir—that—that—this
last voung lady-—Miss Wiggins, sir,
was a very—capable person.”
“You should say? Who is asking
you to say? Besides, Crane, I don't
want a person'! | want a secretary
Now, don't annoy me any further I'll
be back in half an hour.”
YYen, sir"
Scott banged the door to his pri
vate entrance and left a meditative
Crane. :
“He's hard to please, this time,”
mused tha hookkeeper. Then, with
fears allayved for the time, he chuc
kled, “maybe he wants a male sec
retary.”
A New Member of the Firm.
AC'K SCOTT, junior member of
J Scott & Son, had but a very
hazy recollection of the l,lmel
when he was other than the son of
Jerrold Scott. There came to him‘
from the dim past fleeting glimpses
of a day when halls were darken&-d‘
in the big mansion on Fifth avenue
and servants walked on tiptoe. He
recalled how one whose special mis
sion in the household seemed to be to
controvert his childish wishes had
broken in upon a battle of tin war
riors just when he as generalissimo,
had led a battalion of flaring redcoats
to victory over a host ¢f Gauls. He
remembered that she took him
through hushed corridors to the big
bed chamber at the front, where,
propped up on pillows, there lay but
the shadow of the real Augustus
Barker
He could picture the girlish figure
of his mother as she knelt beside the
bed. He knew that she had turmd.‘
and, catching him in her arms, had
lifted Lim up to his father, and that
lie, with a vague sense of doing whatl
ha was expected to do, had bkjssed a
burning brow. He knew that when
the hot tears came to his own cheeks
it was not through any =sense of the
catastrophe at hand or of. impending
loss, but because his mother cried,
and that was something he could not
bear,
So, in the days that followed, when
the house was still darkened and a
stifling fragrance of innumerable
flowers pervaded {it, he only Kknew
that he seemed very much alone and
that his mother always wept.
Three vears passed and the odor of
roses filled the house again. Hosts of
people came and went as before, but
white or colors replaced the grew
some black. Then he was no longea
John Barker, but John Barker Scott.
The assumption of his name was a
boon which the new father courted.
“When Jack grows up it will be
‘Scott & Son,’"” he told his bride, and
she assented. ‘
And this eighteen vears later, was
the dav of the promise fulfilled. Jack
had entered his stepfather’s estab
lishment that morning as a full
fledged partner,
Proud and happy now in his new
found tmportance, he came into the
private office to consult his senlor and
found him gone He tarried for a
moment, breathing in the atmosphere
of the boss' sanctum-—the inner cir
cle of a great enterprise of which he
was now a part.
He felt the thrill that any right
minded boyv, rich or poor, feels when
he takes his first position among the
world's workers. Perhaps it was the
more enjovable in his case because It
was voluntary, or at least unnecessi
rv. He might have prolonged his
plavtime after the college days In
definitely, if he had cared to. There
i{s plenty to attract the idler in New
York, especiallv one so fortunately
situated as Jack Scott, Europe, too
is a magnet for the average son of 2
millionaire, but Jack was different. He
was no prude. He enjoved his fun as
much as anyhody, and he had an un-
Amited supply of it at school.’ 'But
with it he had mingled work. He had
learned the lesson that most bovs
learn who come out of a blg Amer!-
can university with any kind of coi
ors—that to enjoy play it is neces
sary to temper it with attention io
the material things. He had to work
to maintain his class standing, and ite
had to _work to hold his own among
the atPßletes. It was fun if you ot
the right viewpoint., That was what
college had done for him It ha
given him a true perspective, and he
was eager to take up the struggle
where he had left off,
To Be Continucd To-morrow,
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A hii sum club company l:1.=!‘
M nite, thres ladies that is |
working with her in her dis
trick for the cause, they call it. Thay
was talking about having a eevning
every week for the educashun & en
tertainment of such Bservants Aas
cared to taik up the cause of voats
for wimmen, & thay was m\kmg]
about the first eevning of entertain
ment that thay was going to have.
Thare i 3 a yung Pershun poet cum
ming to town next week, sed one of‘
the ladies. 1 have nevver met him,
but 1 know sum frends of his & I
have saw a picter of him. He has a
divine hed & a slender, almost child
ish fizeck. 1 know we can get him
to deliver a lecture on Pershun poet
ry & to reesite sum of his Pershun
poems translated into our langwidge.
That skud prove both entertaining &
fnstruck“!v to the servant gurls that
calr to join us in our cause.
Yes, indeed, sed Pa. If thare is
anything in the wurld that a bunch
of jolly servant gurls wud like it W ud
be an eevning with a lot of poetry,
Pershun poetry in partikler. How in
the wurld wud that be instrucktiv to
them?
1 am sure it wud be vary instruk
tiv to anybody, sed the lady wich had
spoke about the poet. She was look
ing at Pa as if she wished he wud
keep out of the talk. FHe is a grate
poet, this boy, she sed. The fniln\\u‘
Ing lines alone, of his, will show his
brains: ‘
Star of the Infinite, Moon of :?1(-}
| Doom, |
Sun of the Silences vaster than|
gloom:: |
Weave me my soul in thy glorious |
| loom ! \
1 merely read these lines of his U ‘
show that any talk he may deliver
'wud be highly entertaining & in
‘struktiv to the gurls who are seeking
enlightenment in order that thay may
help thare more lerned sisters in |
‘\mrking for the common good. |
[ see, sed Pa, & you think that it
wud pleese Nora & Bridget & ,‘-l;n;\"
| Ann to lern about the Sun of the In
finite & the Moon of the Doom ‘
Certingly, <ed all the ladies. Them
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thing on me. 1 think the servant
gurls wud rather hear poetry like Has
Anvbody Here Seen Kelly; or, The
Butcher Boy That Went Away.
The trubbel with vou deer ladies,
sed Pa, is that vou are not practical.
Now, if you want to get the servant
zurls to taik sides with you in the
cause of voats for the ladies, why
doant vou go & talk nice to them in
the kitrchen, & point out the advan
tages thay will have under the new
order of things. Tell them that if
thay get voats for wimmen all the
singel policemen will have thare sal
aries raised. That will malk the
servants set up & taik notice, Pa sed.
Talk to them as if vou were not boss
inz them at all, Tell them it will bs
cesier for a gurl to get a nice hoam &
to marry well wen wimmen get thare
rights. That will do moar good than
dragging all the gurls off to a lecture
bv a Pershun poet. What does a Per
shun poet know about our politics?
sed Pa No moar than a Pershun
cat. & in talking to yure servants
vou mite say sumthing about a raise
in thare salury if things turn out rite,
sed Pa.
All of the ladles was lissening to Pa
by this time, & wen thay went hoam
Ma sed Hushand. I am proud of vou.
You impressed all my frends. vary
miuch You will he a popular ma®
wen we pet sufrage.
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A Difficult Problem,
Nowadavs much more attention is pald
to the personality and inclinations of
prisoners than was the case a little
while ago
That is why the governor of Bogmoopr
prison was not surprised when he was
told that convict 89 had refused to pickk
oakum
“\What are his reasons for refusing?®
he asked the warder who had reporfl"‘
the ase to him
‘Says he wants to carry on with hi@
trade, sir,”” answered the angry official.
“And very natural, too. How ofte®
must [ tell vou that priscners whe
have trades are not to waste their time
picking cakum? I am surprised at your
wasting my time like this, Smith. Of
course, the man must \\'()l'k at hl‘
trade. See that it is done at once. That
will do!!’
“Very good, sir,”’ answered the war
der. “But,”! he remarked, as he went
out of the door, *“No. 69 is an aviator.”