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A Bachelor’s Diary A Powerful Story of Adventure, Intrigue and Love WITHIN THE LAW By MARVIN DANA from the Play of BAYARD VEILLER By MAX, M ; dinner table when tn*- 'M"" H ' devoted herself to Jaek • thft reflection that at least I "‘>uld get to put her on her train. I lint* n* <l b- fitmetedly to Jack’* stories about his collection of scimitars with my mind busy planning nil I wanted to * She wasn’t going far: perhaps. I <•<»t* 1<1 arrange to follow her in a dn> »r two, snd spend n day with her. I 1 t .ij*s who knows? she might tn." * • m. to me as violently as when we were in Florida in the'winter. The thought of mi eh delicious dan ger thrilled me. and 1 was glad when wo started hock to the station. We had reacte d the waiting room, nnfl Jack, who Seemed extremely olli clous, I thought, had sent me to the check room for Mrs. Brown's hand bag. where I had to stand in line fully lf» minute.*’. It was annoying, of course, but in a few minm* ■. I thought. I would have the widow to myself, and that would make up for a great deal. A Surprise Judg» of my surprise. Diary, \\ hen 1 returned, to have Jack grab the i>*e from my hand, saying, In the coolest, most matter-of-fact way, ill put Mrs. Brown on her train Max I want to tell her the story of that eclmitar I picked up in Toklo. You atav here with Sallie ” There waf a hurried handshak* with me, a renewed recital of the pleasure she had experienced in meeting Mis. Spencer, and the widow was gone! For a moment 1 w as dazed. I gw zed blankly after them, Jack, leaning over the widow, as they walked, as If he had found a long lost possession* and was afraid if his eyes wore removed he would lose it; then my eyes turned to Mr Spencer. She didn’t look bewildered, but on her face thferc whs the slightest sus picion of a frown. Plainly #he w.t - mad. hut, just as plainly, she was too diplomatic to show it. even to me. Then the humor of the situation flashed over me. and I fell into the •seat next to hers, overcome wit 1 i laughter. 1 believe I howled, J know 1 shrieked, and shook, and I know that others arourid me looked as if I might have gone suddenly insane, whth or. the faces of sortie there appeared • sympathetic grin. 1 hadn't laughed till the tears came in twenty years, but I laughed then till they roll-* down my cheeks, and through it all Sallie Spencer never smiled It 1s a mopt fortunate dlspensati m of Providence that women have- no sense of humor. If they hud. th< . would laugh at themselves till ti \ laughed themselves to death H* r* sat Sallie Spencer, who had volun tarily made a sacrifice of her comt >rt that she might prevent n very fas* i nating woman having her old frie nd at her mercies for an evening, and perhaps eloping with him; and that most fascinating woman had carried off her husband instead. And -he didn't see anything funny in it! On the contrary, the more- 1 laugh ci the more annoyed she grew. “I hope.” she said at length, "that you are enjoying yourself. 1 ., n sin-- 1 don't see anything funny in the sit uation.” Whereupon I laughed the 1 al and was still laughing, with m\ ft th ebbing away in faint chuckles, when Jack returned. "Why didn't you tell me, Max.” ne said, ’’that your friend is so interested in scimitars? Really, she ig the most Intelligent and appreciative woman I ever knew.” 1 pinched Mrs. .luck’s arm as I r •- plied; “Yes. she* is very clever, a 1 >t more interesting than tin* majority *.f I these dull women we know who don’t know a scimitar from a pickax on i j •who would use one for cutting their j c orns if they had It.” Mrs Jack gave me a reproachful ' look over her husband’s shoulder, and 1 fell behind just long enough to laugh i again. Poor, Simple Jack. Our talk was along th« same line when in the limousine on the way home—Jack extolling the widow's beauty and her wit and I repeat i . at every opportunity* what a l; thing it was to meet a woman *-o clever. "I’ll wager. Jack,” 1 said, that \ >u enjoyed her more than you have en joyed any woman in years. It mu be a great thing for a man like you to meet a kindred soul like hers Sh- isn't bound down to the plan* of the commonplace like the women who keep house and think it is a great feat to get up a good dinner. Why, that woman can tell at a glance if a Let- tar came from Adrianople or Damas cus! And isn’t that better. 1 w -nt to know, than knowing a chuck steak from a porterhouse?” T can count the compliments I pai l the widow by the him k and blue marks on my arm. Sallie Spen * r giv ing me a pinch for every one, whih- Jack, on the opposite seat, s ,\ not! 1ng and detected no sarcasm in what I was saying. When a man lias a fad. he becomes insane on that subject. Hei w \ man w host fad a - i Insane it had led him to draw mtn- parisons unfavorable to his wif . i woman who had always regarded his fad as something harmless because i kept him out of greater mi f A ehe had seen in It nothing more. I was not at all surprised this morn > e of * pup from larger dogs, and laic r w. rescuing her kittens from the brown- «ve4 pup. to be called to the ? i.-phon< t ana, to hear Mrs. Spei,. < r asMu^ fight »ver. S! have a \tlk with me V/hat Has Gone Before I’nrnr-r, a beautiful and refined girl, worked in the great til I - n New York. had been thefts in the store. They had been trseed eventu- rtain department, that in which Mary worked. The detective Smne valuable silks were missed. Search followed immedl- • goods were found In Mary’s locker That was enough. SI • <1 with the theft. She protested Innocence-only tobelaugh- ■rislon b> her a*-* users KVery thiff declares Innocetiee. Alt s* If was emphatic against her The thieving had been long An example must b* made. The girl was arrested. The her guilty and she was sentenced to prison for three years, i: tier, the store proprietor’}-* son, returns unexpectedly from •ause he was homesick for his father. The latter’s secretary hat Mr Gildtr has gone to court, that one of the girls was nr- iini r*nt to court to get her out the old man ” i*f the scrape [•rie Dick. Now Go On With the Story ble reply. The girl spoke with a great same ness, deliberately “Then give them u fair chance.” in all king TODAY •*vvi INSTALLMENT. of all this pretense? >d t( ailing . tyi.'t. by the II. K. Fly Com- I mentary consternation. Again her mood i i ‘'| l> Mr'* viVller*ami W thi! ' ,iaf * ttffectw * ,1,H ' ,wn * 1,0 that through a i t ion of It is published by Ids ,ovv hurrying seconds he felt himself ior Ti < American I’lny Com somehow guilty of wrong against this no- sole proprietor of the ex- ^j r . ( m> ( r n n k and so rebuking i chts of the representation ....... . . fo.manee <»f "Within the Uw” 1 heard you in the court room, she inguages. • said. "The dock Isn't, very far from the bench where you spoke to the Judge about my rase Yes, I heard you. It wasn't: Did I do it? Or didn't I do It? No; It wax only that I must he made a j warning to others.” Fell on Unheading Ears. Again silence fell for a tense inter- j val. Then, Anally, the girl spoke in a different tone. Where before her Voice had been vlbrnnt with the Instinct of complaint against the mockery of Jus- ! tiro under which she su flared, now there was a deeper note, that of most solemn |truth. j ‘ Mr. Glider," she said simply, "as God i.s my Judge, I am going to prison for i three year* for something T didn’t do.” But the sincerity of her broken cry fell on unheeding ears The coarse nature of tho officer had long ago lost what ever elements of softness there might j have been to develop in a gentler oc 1 cu pat Ion. As for the owner of the store, he was not sufficiently sensitive to feel J the verity in the accents of the speaker. Moreover, he was a man who followed the conventional, with never a distrac tion due to imagination and sympathy, -fust now, too, he was experiencing a keen irritation against himself because of the manner in which he had been irt told tne to take, a boy trying his the* use e demanded, sharply. “You were given fair trial, and there’s an end of It.’’ The girl, standing there so feebly. cling for support to always held her ihus vrist. spoke again with clearness, even with a sort of vivacity, as If she explained easily something otherwise in doubt. •‘Oh, no, I wasn’t!” she contradicted bluntly, with a singular confidence of assertion. Why. if the trial had been j fair. I shouldn't be here.” "That's What They All Say.’’ The harsh voice of Cassidy again broke in on the passion of the girl with .» professional sneer. “That's another thing they all say.” But the girl went on speaking fierce ly. Impervious to the man's coarse ireasm, her eyes, which had deepened purple, still fixed piercingly on for some reason wholly a him, felt himself strange- under that regard. almost t Gilder, who, Inexplicable t ly disturbed “Do you < all it fair when the lawyer I hud was only a boy—one whom the take, a t first case my case, that meant the ruin of iny life” My lawyer! Why, be was just getting experience getting It at rny expense!" The girl paused hh if exhausted by the vehemence of her (motion, and at lust the sparkling eyes drooped and the heavy lids closed over them. She swayed a little, so that the officer tightened Ills clasp on her wrist. There followed a few seconds of sl um* • Then <JUder made an effort to shake off the feeling that had so pos sessed him, and to acertain degree he succeeded. “The Jury found you guilty,” he as sorted, with an attempt to make his voire min isterial in its severity. Mary Was Aroused. Instantly, Mary was aroused to a new outburst of protest. Once again her eyes shot their tires at the man seated be hind the desk, and she went forward a step imjierlouslv. dragging the officer in her wake. “Yes, the jury found me guilty,’’ she agreed, with fine scorn in the musical cadences of her voice. “Do you know why? 1 can toll you, Mr. Gilder. It was because they had been out for three hours without reaching a decision. The evidence didn’t seem to be quite enough for some of them, after all. Well, the Judge threatened to look them up all night. The men wanted to got home. The easy thing to do was to find me guilt v. and let it go at that. W as that fair, do you think” And that’s not all, either Was it fair of you, Mr. Gilder? Was It fair of you to come to the court this morning and tell the judge that I should be sent to prison as a warning to \ quick flush burned on the massive fare of the man whom she thus accused, ar.d his eyes refused to meet her steady rr CO he exclaimed. sensible to the Influence of her protesta tion. despite hia will to the contrary. That Irritation against himself only re acted against the girl and caused him to steel hia heart to resist any tendency toward commiseration. So this declara tion of Innocence was made quite in vain -indeed, served rather to strength en his disfavor toward the complainant and to make hla manner harsher when she voiced the pitiful question over which she had wondered and grieved "Why did you ask the judge to send me to prison?” "The thieving ihat has been going on in this store for more than a year has got to stop,” Gilder answered emphati cally. with all his usual energy of man ner restored. As lie spoke he raised his eyes and met the girl's glance fairly. Thought of the robberies was quite enough to make him pitiless toward the offender. “Sending me to prison won't stop it,” Mary Turner said, drearily. “Perhaps not,’’ Gilder aternly retorted. “But the discovery and punishment of the other guilty ones will.” His manner changed to a businesB-like alertness. “You sent word to me that you could tell me how to stop the thefts In the store Well, my girl, do this, and, while 1 ean make no definite promise, i’ll see what can be done about getting you out of your present difficulty.’’ He picked up a pencil, pulled a pad of blank paper convenient to his hand and looked at the girl expectantly, with aggressive Inquin In his gaze “Tell me now.' he concluded, “who were your pals'.’” It Was the Last Straw. The matter-of-fact manner of this man who had unwittingly wronged her so frightfully was the last straw on the girl s burden of suffering "Under It. her patient endurance broke, and she cried oul in a voice of utter despair that caused Gilder to start nervously, and some inexplicable spell she bound him impotent. "We work nine hours a day.” the quiet voice went on, a curious pathos in the rich timbre of it; “nine hours a day, for six days in the week. That's a fact. Isn't it” And the trouble is, an honest gitl can’t live on $6 a week She can't do it, and buy food and clothes, and pay room rent and «nr fare. That’s another fact, isn’t It?” Mary regarded the owner of the si ore RT\\ \ V g**? K, # jLd. ~t> "We can't fight when ladies are conerned," he went on, "so if you will just hand over General Hastings’ letters, why, here’s your money.” even impelled the stolid officer t.o a frown of remonstrance. “I have no pals!" she ejaculated, furi ously. "I never htole anything in iny life. Must I go on telling you over and over again?” Her voice rose in a wall of misery “Oh. why won’t any one believe me?” Gilder was much offended by this display of an hysterical grief, which seemed to his phlegmatic temperament altogether unwarranted by the circum stances. He spoke decisively: “Unless you can control yourself, you must go.” He pushed away the pad of paper and tossed the pencil, aside in physical expression of his displeasure. “Why did you send that message if you bad nothing to say?” he demanded, with Increasing cholcr. “Give Them a Fair Chance." But now the girl had regained her former poise. She stood a little droop ing anil shaken, where for a moment she had been erect and tensed. There was a vast weariness in her words as she answered: “I have something to tell you, Mr. Glider,” she said, quietly. “Only. I—I sort of lost my grip on- the way here, with this man by my side.” “Most of 'em do, the first time,' 1 the officer commented, with a certain grim appreciation. “Well?” Gilder insisted querulously, as the girl hesitated. At once. Mary went on speaking, and now a little increase of vigor trem bled in her tones. "When you sit in a cell for threo months waiting for your trial, as 1 did, You think a lot. And. so. I got the idea that if 1 could talk to you i might he able to make you understand what’s really wrong. And If 1 could do that, and so help out the other girls, what has happened to me would not. after all. be quite so awful -so useless, some how Her voice lowered to a quick pleading, and she bent toward the man at the desk. “Mr. Gilder.” she ques tioned. “do you really want to stop the girls from stealing?” “Most certainly L do.” came the forci- was daring to trifle with him. He grew wrathful over the suspicion, but a se cret curidsity still held his temper with in bounds. “What do you mean?” he repeated; and now the full force of his strong voice set the room trembling. The tones of the girl came softly musical, made more delicately resonant to the ear by contrast with the man's roaring “Why,” she said, very gently. “1 mean just this; Give them a living chance to be honest.” “A living chance!” The two words were exploded with dynamic violence. The preposterous ness of the advice fired Gilder with resentment so pervasive that through many seconds he found himself unable to express the rt|ge that flamed within him. The girl showed herself undismayed by his anger. “Yes," she went on, quietly; “that's all there is to it. Give them a living chance to get enough food to cut. and a decent room to sleep in. and shoes that will keep their feet off the pavement winter mornings. Do you think that any girl wants to steal'.’ Do you think that any girl wants to risk- By this time, however. Gilder had re gained his powers of speech, and he in terrupted stormily: “And Is this what you have taken up my time for? You want to make a maudlin plea for guilty, dishonest girls, when 1 thought you really meant to bring me facts." Nevertheless. Mary went on with her arraignment uncompromisingly. There was a strange, compelling energy in her inflections that penetrated even , the pachydermatous officer, so that, though he thought her raving, he let her rave on, which was not at all his habit of conduct, anti did indeed surprise him mightily. As for Gilder, he felt helpless in some puzzling fashion that was total ly foreign to his ordinary self. He was still glowing with wrath over the method by which he had been victimized into giving the girl a hearing Yet. despite his chagrin, he realized that he could not send her from him forthwith. By with grave questioning in her violet eyes. Under the urgency of emotion, color crept into the pallid cheeks, and now her face was very beautiful so beautiful, Indeed, that for a little the charm of its loveliness caught the man's gaze, ami he watched her with a new respect, born of appreciation for her feminine delightful ness. The impres sion was tar too brief. Gilder was not given to esthetic raptures over women. Always, the business instinct was the dominent. So, after tfte short period of amazed admiration over such unexpected winsomeness, his thoughts flew back an grily to the matters whereof she spoke so ridiculously. “1 don’t care to discuss these things,” he declared peremptorily, as the girl re mained silent for a momeht. “I Change My Policy?’’ “And I have no wish to discuss anj thing. " Mary Returned evenly. “I only want to give you what you asked for— facts.” A faint smile of reminiscence curved the girl’s lips. “When They first looked me up,'' she explained, without any particular evidence of emotion, “I used to sit and hate you.” “Oh, of course!” came the caustic ex clamation from Gilder. "And then, I thought that perhaps you did not understand,” Mary continued; “that if 1 were to tell you how things really arc it might be you would change them somehow.” At this Ingenuous statement the own er of the store gave forth a gasp of sheer stupefaction. "I!" he erftd, incredulously. "1 change my business policy because you ask me to!” / There was something imperturbable in the quality of the voice as the girl went resolutely forward with her explanation. It was as if she were discharging a duty not to be gainsaid, not to be thwarted by any difficulty, not even the realization that all the effort must be ultimately in vain. “Do you know how w e girls live'.’ But, of course you don't!” Three of us In one room, doing our own cooking over i a tw o burner gas stove, and our own washing and ironing evenings after be ing on our feet for nine hours.” The enumeration of the sordid de tails left the employer absolutely un moved, since be lacked the Imagination necessary to sympathize actually w'th the straining evil of a life such as the girl had known. Indeed, he spoke with an air of just remonstrance, as if the girl's charges were mischievously faulty. I have provided chairs behind the counters,** he stated. She Shook Her Head. There was no especial change in the girl’s voice as she answered his de fense It continued musically low, but then- was in it the insistent note of sincerity. “But have you ever seen a girl sitting in one of them?” she questioned, coldly. “Please answer me. Have you? Of course not,” she said, after a little pause, during which the owner had re mained silent. She shook her head In emphatic negation. “And do you un derstand why? It’s simply because every girl knows that the manager of her department would think he could get along without her if he were to see her silting down loafing, you know' So, she would be discharged All It amounts to is that, after being on her feet for nine hours, the girl usually walks home in order to save car fare. Yes. she walks, whether sick or well. Anyhow, you are generally so tired it don’t make much difference which you are.” . Gilder was fuming under these stric tures. which seemed to him altogether baseless attacks on himself. His exas peration steadily waxed against the girl, a convicted felon, who thus had the au dacity to beard him. “What has all this to do with the question of theft In the store?" he rum bled, huffily. "That was the excuse of your coming here And instead of tell ing me something, you rant about gas stoves and car fare.” The inexorable voice went on in Its monotone, as if he had not spoken. "And, when you are really sick and have to stop work, what are you doing to do then? Do you know, Mr. Gilder, that the first time a straight girl steals, it’s often because she had to have a doctor—or some luxury like that? And some of them do worse than steal. Yes, they do—girls that started straight and wanted to stay that way. But. of course, some of them get so tired of the whole grind that—that—” His Anger Flamed High. The man who was the employer of hundreds concerning whom these grim truths were uttered, stirred uneasily in hts chair, and there came a touch of color into the healthy brown of his cheeks as he spoke his protest. “I'm not their guardian. I can't watch over them after they leave the store. They are paid the current rate of wages as much as any other store pays.” As he spoke, the anger provoked by this unexpected assault on him out of the mouth of a convict flamed high in vir tuous repudiation. "Why,” he went on vehemently, “no man living does more for his employees than 1 do. Who gave the girls their fine rest rooms upstairs? I did! Who gave them the cheap lunch rooms? 1 did!” “But you won’t pay them enough to live on!” Tfte very fact that the worda were spoken without any trace of ran cor merely made this statement of in disputable truth obnoxious to the man. who was stung to more savage resent ment in asserting his impugned self- righteousness. “I *pay them the same as the other stores do,” he repeated, sullenly. Yet once agafn the gently cadeneed voice gave answer, an answer informed with that repulsive insistence to the man who sought to resist her Indictment of him. “But you won't pay them enough to live on.” The simple lucidity of the charge forbade direct reply. Glider betook himself to evasion by harking back to the established ground of complaint. “And so you claim that you were forced to steal. That's the plea you make for yourself and your friends.” To Be Continued Monday. 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'• s 8 to 6 Phone M 17C8-Sundays 9-1 Whitehall St. Over Brown & Aliena Breaking the Ice A Complete Short Story w- EN the last carpenter had put & last touches on the last xtra Job—for which there were extra charges—and the lost painter had done his final finishing- up. and the landscape gardener had made his farewell tour, and the bills had all been paid, Mrs. FIbbins stood at the window of her new home and surveyed the surrounding homes with the deepest possible satisfaction. Her residence was beyond question the finest in the neighborhood. The structure was the tallest in sight: the cornices stuck out the worst; its ar chitecture had the newest, homeliest and most mixed design, and the orna ments were the craziest imaginable. The lawn was the largest and the flower beds were the gaudiest of any in that part of the city. Yes. the place was a triumph! Mrs. Fibbing Was naturally delighted “The people around here will all sit up and take notice!” .she said to her self. smiling happily. Finding Out Mrs. FIbbins found out which one of the neighbors had the moat serv ants and how many that neighbor had. Then sh£ herself got more Next she took up the question of hats. In order that nothing might be left un done she got a hat that could not be equaled for being dlspmportioned, un gainly. uncomfortable ami generally absurd. No neighbor had a hat that could touch It In any of these re spects. Hut never a neighbor deigned to . *ok in the direction of Mrs I siabiishment. Not a FIbbins’ glanced at her hat when they passed her on the street. It was terrible! Mrs. FIbbins began to think up other ways to impress her neighbors. She gave gigantic parties. Every time she caught sight of a neighbor afoot she made a point of whizzing by that neighbor in an automobile. If any one entertained a celebrity she got a bigger celebrity If there was a pretty girl visiting anywhere In the neighborhood she got a prettier girl to visit her It all cid no good. The neighbors continued to treat Mrs FIbbins as if she were a patrqji of a fashionable restaurant and they were the haughty and exclusive waiters. Mrs. FIbbins realized that she was out of it. She was filled with anguish and despair At last she spoke to FIbbins about it. FIbbins was a man of resource. More than that, he knew* human na- ure. FIbbins said it was easy. Leave it to him. Soon after that Mrs. FIbbins’ serv ants all left her at onoe. bag and bag gage. They held their noses in the air and made quite a procession. There was a considerable stir in the neighborhood t>ver this affair. Sev eral neighbors looked in the direc tion of the FIbbins home. Mrs. Fib- bins saw them look, and she rejoiced. Then the FIbbins water pipes burst. Water flooded the house and the yard, and then froze and made a dreadful mess. At this oatastrophe the mansion and grounds of the Fib- binses were observed by all the neigh bors. The men looked eagerly as they passed and (bo women devoted all their spare moments to sitting at their upper windows with opera glasses, closely observing the devasta tion. FIbbins and Mrs. Fibbins emerged from their front door to go to a res taurant to dine. Coming in contact with the Ice, their feet slipped and they were precipitated to tlie ground. In a sitting posture they glided BWlftly along the icy incline to the gate. Mrs. Fibbins' hat came down over her eyes like a landslide. Finally they struggled to their feet and went limping away. Every house in the neighborhood was alive to the incident. A repre sentative from each hastened to Fib bins and Mrs. Fibbins and asked them to come right in and make that house their headquarters while their water pipes were being fixed. The ice was broken at last! Fibbins and Mrs. Fibbins had become ac quainted with their neighbors! “You are a wonderful man!” said Mrs. Fibbins afterward in the tone of deepest admiration. “I knew it would be easy,’’ said Fibbins. “but 1 excited their sympa thy and gave them a chance to con gratulate themselves that our misfor tunes were not theirs." To Brighten Carpets By WILLIAM F KIRK P A took Ma & me to a moving picture show' last nite. Pa sed that it was going to be a grate show bekaus Mister Art Herlnger sent all the way to New York for the picters, A- he wanted us to go espesh- ully to see a grate drama called Queenie, the Quarry Man's Daughter. So we went to the show & all the time thay was showing the first pic- ters Pa kep telling Ma & me to wait until they had the stone quarry pie- ter. I saw' the rehearsal of it this forenoon. Pa sed. & it is a pretty story. It seems that the father of the gurl Queenie is a honest man A he does not like the gurl’s sweet heart. a Italian with a lot of rmirmy that is going to marry her or fore close the mortgage on the stone quarry. It is a grate plot, Pa sed, * the reason I am so much intere^ed in it i.s beekaus I used to be a .atone quarry man myself. What Pa Said. You did? sed Ma. Yes, yes. Zed Pa. T usad to he known as one of the moat powerful cutters & lifters of stone that was ewer in this seckshun of the coun try. I have often thought. Pa sed. wen looking back oaver those old days, that I must have been living in a long ago age. I have often thought Wen I was lifting block* of stone about twenty feet long that l was a quarry slave in the days wen Mister Potolmy helped me to bild the pyramids. Pa sed. Jest then the picter beegan about Queenie. the stone quarry man’s daughter. It show r «d a big stone quarry scene ware all the men was hurrying around and lifted rocks into w’agons. Then it showed the Italian man wieh was going to marry Queenie, & thare was a sceen ware she spumed him. Then he toald her, in the picter, that he had a mortgage on her father’s quarry & how he was going to sell 1t if she dident becum his bride. The heero of the play was a yung Irishman that was handling a pick. Beeing a Irishman, he had a Jot of time to lissen to the talk between Queenie & the villun, beekaus he would swdng the pick onst & then he wild lite his pipe & Lissen for a min- nit or so. & then he wud swing his pick onst moar & lite his pipe long enuff to git the rest of the terribul story. Then the Irishman went oaver & slammed Queenie’s lover in the mouth or amongst the eyes or sum- war, & then cairn the reevenge. Wen Queenie had went to git her father's lunch the villun stole sum dinamite Ai (aim beehlnd Ware the yung Irish man was picking with his pick & put the dinamite under the stone A* blew the w'hole lot of it oaver onto the Irishman. "I Was Strong,’’ Said Pa Then he ran away & sed with Pat rick MeOullicuddy out of the way the quarry shall be mine. But then Queenie cairn back & started In try ing to lift the rocks away, but she cuddent stir any of them until her akreems attrackted her pa, & he caim on the sceen & beegan to throw the rocks rite & left. Ha, sed Pa, that, reeminds me of the way 1 uted to throw those grate masses of granite into the wagons of the teamsters. I W'a.8 so strong in those days, sed Pa, that I bad >to be careful putting on my clothes for feor I wud tare them. But Ma & me found out to-day that Pa w r as lying, beekaus Ma s cuzzin is a quarry man, Jimmie Trudden, wen Ma asked him if Pa ewer lifted a rock Mister Trudden. wich had knowm Pa since childhood, sed Yes, he used to lift rocks wen they wasent too heavy to throw at chipmunks. Ma galv me a quarter if I wud tell Pa wot Mister Trudden sed. I dident dast to tell Pa, but I got the quarter first, anyhow. Man or Piano? The daughter of the house had returned from a visit to her cousins, during- which she had become en gaged to a rising young man whom she, had met at the home of her rets- lives. To her mother she was extoll ing the virtues of her intended. "Oh, mothdr." she exclaimed, “h. j just grand! So square, so upright; bo highly polished! Why. even in his notes there is such a sympathetic tone that sometimes I wonder if I am not reading the music of the gods.” “Merdy’s sake, child!" interrupted mother. Are you talking about x ioung man or a piano?" To brighten a carpet, take five or six large potatoes and scrape them finely into a pail of water. Stir, then strain. 1 Wring out a cloth in the water and rub the carpet. Rinse the cloth as soon as soiled. Should soot fall on a carpet, sprinkle dry salt thickly over it. leave it for a few minutes, then brush up. Xo trace of the soot will remain. Can’t You See? Tutter—Awfully pretty baby of yours. Bender, but—er—what is it, a boy or a girl ? 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If you want to patch your window blinds, don’t sew on the patches, in stead. paste them on with hot starch and press down a warm iron. They will look neater than tf sewn, be cause the stitches would be appar ent. whereas a pasted-on patch is al most invisible. Before putting curtain hooks in cur tains In damp weather, rub the pins with a clean, oily rag. It prevents them rusting and tearing the cur tain. and they can be taken in and * out more easily. Save all odd bits of twine, knot them together, then knit with steel needles into pieces about a foot or more square. These make excellent dish cloths for saucepans and pie dishes. Makes Muscle, Bone and Flesh And that’s what your growing children need—give them Faust Spaghetti often and they will surely wax strong and brawny. A 10c package of Faust Spaghetti contains as much nutrition as 4 lbs. of beef—ask your doctor. 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