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Little Bobbie’s
Pa
By WILLIAM P. KIRK
P A took me fishing yesterday.- It
was a beautiful day wen we
started out & Pa sed it was
1es*t the kind of a day to catch a lot of |
fish.
Doant you think you ought to take
h guide, deerest, sed Ma. You know
we are strangers to this seckshun &
you mite net be abel to find the right
places to fi*h. My father used to al
ways talk a guide with him wen he
went fishing in a strange country. He
was always afrade that he mite git
loft.
Thare is no danger of von losing me
that ee«y, said Pa. Doant you worry j
shout that.
I know thare is no chanst to 1os«'
you. sec? Ma. bu I shud hate to lose
itte! Bobbie. Please taik a guide
Thare is no danger around this.
"pen country, sed Pa, we doant need a
guide; cum on. Bobbie. Doant fergit j
’o hang onto that lunch. We will
need it by noon.
IJe Got Tired.
After we had walked for about two
hours I began to git kind of tired & i
cud see that Pa was gitting tired, too '
How far is this stream? 1 as'ked Pa. j
T doant want to walk all day It cant
be very much further, said Pa. The
man at the hotel toald us to keep \
walking thru this patch of hard wood,
due north, till we cairn to a big pine
tree and then to go about two miles
thru a spruce patch until we cairn to
the stream. Bobbie, sed Pa. doant j
you hear a littel trout stream purling
anywhere?
No, I sed, & I am lissening as hard
as I can.
Doant you hear anv kind of a
stream purl at all? sed Pa.
No. I sed, not any kind of a stream.
& J aint’ going to walk much further,
aether.
Then Pa beegan talking to me about
one time wen he took sum frends |
along trout fishing in upper Mlshigan
Thay all thot I was lost, sed Pa. i
Thare was two ladies in the crowd & j
thav was the bravest in the party.
The men looked awful worried, sed
Pa : thav kep telling how we was up
aggenst it. but the ladies jest kep on
laffing and cheering thare husbands..
Thay had perfeck faith in me beekauf
T herd one of them tell the other that
I looked so self-reliant that she wud 1
trust me any "ware to k*ep peepul from I
danger. Yes, sed Pa. those ladies i
trusted me & thare faith in me was
justified. Presently we caim to our,
destination. Pa sed. & the ladies sed
thay felt like hugging me.
I cud see that Pa was talking kind
of absent-minded beekaus all the time
^he was talking lie ken looking around ,
in the woods & 1 knew he dident |
know his way.
Jest then Pa sed Bobbie, Bobbie. I
hear it. I hear it. It is the sound of
running wafer that I hear. Dident I
tell you. Bobbie?
They Hear It.
Sure enuff. 1 herd the running
water, too, so both of us began to
*a!k r'aslfr toward a eleering. After
• we git io the brook. Bobbie-, seel P.t
We nil: arrange our taekefi & yo after
the isp'-ckled buties.
Jes* then we caim out ‘^;.n the
eleering ware we had herd th* run
ning water & Pa & me neeny fell
:ver. We was back to the littel hotel
from wioh we had started out from.
\Y'- had went in a cirkel. Ma was
setting on the porch grinning at Pa, &
the wound of the running water was
water cuzntnlpg from a hose. The
hired man was washing the barn.
Now Ai^t calls Pa Isaak Walton.
'"May Flowers
Copyright, 1913. Nailonal News Asa'n
By NELL BRINKLEY
'Uncle’s Sporting Trophies.
Tom Brown and Jack Smith had
been schoolmates together. but, as
often happens, had drifted apart dur
ing the years that followed. Then,
quite accidentally, they met again one
day, and somehow the conversation
turned to the subject of athletics.
“Let me seel" said Brown. “You
never came aero* my brother, did
you? He’s a fine runner, you know.
Why, only last week he won a gold
medal in a Marathon race."
“Ah!” said Smith, raising his eye
brows in genuine admiration. Then,
a faint smile playing around his lips,
he added: “And did I ever tell you
about my uncle?”
“Don’t think so.” replied Brown.
“Well In his day, not only did he gel
a gold medal for five miles, and one
for ten miles, but two sets of carvers
for cycling, a silver medal for swim
ming. two cups for wrestling, to say
nothing of badges for boxing and row
ing.
“You see.” Smith continued, while
h^s friend sat speechless with amaze
ment, “the uncle In question kept a
pawnshop.”
Her Love For Romance
A HUMOROUS STORY.
A s
S a little girl Albertlne alway®
sat in the chair in the farthest
comer when she went to chil
dren’s parties. She had a meek, pret
ty little face, abundant yellow hair
and large, appealing blue eyes that
held a shadow of apology in them for
her temerity In presuming to exist.
She retained the modest violet at
mosphere after she was grown up.
Other girls might blossom Into dar
ns coquettes and fascinating belles.
1 ut Albertine always kept in the
l*ackground. Whenever people looked
-it her they involuntarily thought of
itee mitts and hoopsklrt® and curt
seys. They felt that Albertine should
l<» put under glass.
This being the case, it was aston
ishing that down in her secret heart
Vbertine had a fierce love of the dar
ing. the wild and gay and the ex-
heme. When she picked out a drees
design she always chose the rankest,
most alarming atrocity. The dress
maker said. “Oh, certainly!” and th-n
proceeded to modify the pattern to
•^uit A bertine’s appearance.
She Suspected.
Things had a way of drooping on
her in old-fashioned lines. She want
ed to look frightfully smart and
somehow she never did. Secretly she
suspected the dressmakers, but she
never dared accuse them.
It was the same way when it came
to the young men. Let a perfectly
steady, sober youth who earned a
regular salary and was good to hi®
mother come her way and Albertine
raised her little nose and sniffed. She
simply could not see him. She ad
mired extravagantly the sort of young
man who dashed down the street
wearing crimson silk socks and a tie
to match and the latest cry in waist
coats, and if he was followed by a
bulldog so much the better. If people
raised their eyebrows and coughed dis
creetly when his name was mentioned
it made the situation perfect.
Albertine alway® felt loftily then
that she was an experienced, worldly
wise person and the eyebrow" raisers
{ were narrow provincials. Usually the
1 bulldoggy young man never pro
gressed in the acquaintance further
FSTABL 1 ' HED 23 YEARS
DR.E.G. GRIFFIN’S
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BEST WORK AT LOWEST PRASES
All Work QuaranteSd.
Hours 8 to 6-Phon« M. 1708-Sundaya 9-1
24' Whitehall St, Ovar Brown A Aliena
*han raisin* h!» hat and casting: an
entrancing smiie at her; but Albertine
was satisfied with Just adoring him
from a distance.
Her family was quite alarmed when
she fell in love with Harry Jungles,
because Harry always was In debt
and worked only semi-occasionally
and Albertine's relatives had a great
deal of money. Harry seemed awnke
to this fact, for he actually called on
Albertine and talked poetry to her In
‘he parlor in low, rich tones, and told
ber how the world misjudged him.
Albertine went so far as to powder
her already white nose and her moth
er caught her once using an eyebrow
pencil. It was much the same ts
though an Easter lily had begun to
rouge. The situation was saved, how
ever. by the Sheriff’s removing Harry
for forgery, and after that Albertim
wore what she thought was a heart
broken expression and thought she
•hrew into her face deep lines of ex
perience and suffering.
After Harry several others of 'he
same kind followed. Therefore, hav
ing long hovered over Albertine n
fear that she would do some ‘ fo d
thing and spoil her life, her family
was entranced when she became en
gaged to Jeffrey. It all happened so
suddenly that one was scarcely aware
Jeffrey was on earth before he wts
introducing himself as the future son-
in-law and brother.
Jeffrey was absolutely as nearly
perfect as he could be for Albertis
Liberal-minded people might sav he
erred on the side of rigidness and
propriety and possible narrowness
but one felt that he would always t>t
ai borne at 6 o'clock sharp for dinner
and that Albertine never would have
to hang out of the front window try
ing to distinguish whether It was •
wavering down the street at 1 o'clock
in the morning. Jeffrey choked at the
sight of a cirarette, wouldn’t > e
caught dead at a dog show and sail
his wife never should be permitted to
wear decollete gowns in the evening.
What She Said.
The more people considered the
matter the more Inexplicable it be
came. Finally heir deareat friend flat
ly asfked Albertine to explain Jeffrey’s
attraction*.
“You see,” said the dearest friend,
“with your ideas I can’t un^eratanl
how you happen to fall In love with
Jeffrey, of all men.’* »
“Of all men!” echoed Albertine In
pitying astonishment. “Why, I’ll tell
you. Susie—because I recognized ai
once that Jeffrey Is the most sophisti
cated sort of person. He's such a man
of the world. I can’t abide the®**
goody-goody men!”
UTT THEN Spring comes laughing by vale and hill,
VV By windflower dancing and daffodil,
Sing stars of morning—sing morning skies,
Sing blue of speedwell, and my love’s eyes,
And gay birds gossip the orchard long.”
„ ./V. ~
1
he Change in George
U
w -
HEN I first noticed the
change in George,” said
the blond woman, who was
no bigger than a minute, “I thought
it was Indigestion. It is perfectly
wonderful how much a man’s liver is
responsible for! But when I men
tioned the doctor he was quite violent.
In fact, hfc was rude and stamped
around. It is hard on the rugs when
a man acts that way.
"'Don’t roar at me, George!' I told
him.
“‘I’ve got to!’ he said in a regular
Bengal tiger sort of way. ‘I’ve got
to in order to maintain my supremacy
in the home!’
“Now. George has always been such
a perfect gentleman and so mild that
you may well imagine that I was
amazed. ‘See here, George Guesser!’
I said to him. ‘Tell me at once what
you mean!’
“This Was Different.”
beat her she respected him and
thanked her stars that her man was
so strong. Further, she was com
pletely happy to think that the gen
tleman who had loosened her front
teeth belonged entirely to her. I hate
to do it, Evangeline, hut you’ve got
to respect me and look up to me, even
if I have to follow that writer’s advice
and .beat you! In fact, he says, a
great many women require more oi*
less beating to make them loving
dutiable wives!’
George Shook His Head.
‘George,’ T said when he stopped
for breath, ‘just what is your ihten-
tion? Am I to understand that you
are about to knock me down in order
to make sure of my imperishable af
fection? Are you contemplating dent
ing my face for the purpose of mak
ing me too utterly happy to live? Be
cause if you are
“George shook his head as if he
were considering something under a
microscope. What a mistake I’ve
been making,’ he confided to himself.
‘Why, Evangeline, you are entirely
lacking in that devotion which is
part fear and which is necessary to
happy wife! It is all my
“George frowned awfully. His eye
brows looked like a lilac hedge that
hasn’t been trimmed since last spring.
Then he cleared his throat. 'I’ve just
waked up to the fact,’ said he, that make
I have been taking a back seat and fault
allowing you to think I didn’t count. “Right here I concluded that it was
Why, when I consider how near I time to take George by the hand and
have been to losing your love it l*ad him forth to safety. ‘Darling,’
makes me shudder! I just read a said I, ‘if you will tell me. bow a
wonderful article ’ j woman is going to stand in any fear
“‘Oh!’ said I. An article! But
do you believe all you read?’
“’This was different,’ George said.
Then he explained.
“' It was in one of the scientific
magazines, and the writer began by
saying that every woman sits and
waits the coming of ber lord and mas
ter and is ready to follow when he
beckons. He does not woo or bfe-
seech; he takes; he '
“ ‘George G^iesser.’ 1 saJd to him,
‘Whenever you waste time beckoning
me instead of edming where 1 am I'd
like to know it! Do you think I am a
little yellow puppy dog?’ My, but I
was angry!
"George looked sad. I see I have j my love and affection, go down and
allowed you to get away from me,’ he shake up the furnace, because the
mused. Then he roared at me. house is getting cold”
‘“There is never a man brute so bru- j “‘Ob. vur-ry well.’ said George,
tal but a woman clihgs to him!”* he peevishly, as he headed for the baae-
quoted and beat the air with his arms, ment stairR. 'That’s the way you
‘That was a fundamental point with always act when I attempt any real
the writer. He said that if the man j progress Women aren’t scientific!'
cringed before the woman she had j “‘Indeed, they’re not!' I told him.
only contempt for him, but that if he : ‘They’re just plain sensible!’ ”
of a man after she has viewed him
crawling under the bed after his col
lar button or trying to light the gas
with an already burned match or at
tempting to answer bis child who
wants to know what there would
have been If there hadn’t been any
thing I shall consider myself in your
debt!
“ ‘Not wishing to thrust myself for
ward or unduly trumpet my own
worth, I still would bet my false hair
that if I ever get hold of that scien
tific friend of yours long enough to
whisper a few thoughts into his ear
he would shrivel up and blow away!
And now’ If you really yearn to hold
Cleek of the Forty Faces
By T. W. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday, Page A Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
^cpHANKS, very much. I’m hav
Ing rather a difficult task of
it, for our friend, the Con
stable here, corroborates Miss Ren
frew’s statement to the hair, and yet
1 am absolutely positive that there Is
a mistake ”
“There 1s no mistake—no, not one!
The wicked one to say It still!”
“Oh. that’s all very well, madams;
but I know what I know; and when
you tell me that a dead man can ask
questions. * * • Pah! The fact
of the matter is that the Constable
only fancies he heard Mr. Nosworth
speak. That’s where the mistake
comes In Now. look here. I once
knew of an exactly similar case and
I’ll tell you Just how it happened. Let
us suppose”—strolling leisurely for
ward —“let us suppose'that this space
here is the covered passage and you—
step here a moment, please Thanks,
very much—and you are Miss Ren
frew, and Gorham here is himself,
and standing beside her as he did
then.”
“Wasn't beside her. sir—at least not
Just exactly. A bit behind her—like
this.”
"Oh, very well, then, that will do.
Now then. Here’s the passage and
here are you, and T’ll Just show’ you
how a mistake could occur and how
It did occur under precisely similar
circumstances One® upon a time
when I was in Paris—”
“It’s a Play."
“Tn Paris, monsieur?”
'Yes, madame—this little thing I*m
going to tell you about happened
there. You may or may not have
heard that a certain French drama
tist wrote a play called ‘Chantlcler’—
or maybe you never heard of It?
Didn't, eh? Well, It’s a play where
all the characters are barnyard crea
tures—dogs, poultry, birds and the
like—and the odd fancy of men and
women dressing up like fowls took
such a hold on the public that before
long there were Chantlcler dandesand
Chantlcler parties In all the houses
and Chantlcler turns’ on at* all the
music halls until wherever one went
for an evening’s amusement one was
pretty sure of seeing somebody or
another dressed up like a cock or a
hen and running the thing to death.
But that’s another story, and we’ll
pass over It. Now, it Just so hap
pened that one night—when the craze
for the thing was dying out and
barnyard dresses could be bought for
a nong, T strolled Into a little fourth-
rate cafe at Montemartre and there
saw the only Chantlcler dancer that I
ever thought' was worth a sou. She
was a pretty, dainty little thing—
light as a feather and graceful as a
fairy. Alon®, I think sh® might have
made her mark, but she was on® of
what in music halldom they call ‘a
team.' Her partner waa a man—a
bad dancer, an Indifferent frtnger, but
a really passable ventriloquist.”
The Expose.
"A ventriloqu1«t, monsieur—er- -er."
“Cleelc, madam—name’s Cleek, it
you don’t mind!”
"Cleek! Oh. lummy!" blurted out
Mr. Nippers. But neither “Madam"
nor Constable Gorham said anythin*.
They merely swung round and made
a sudden bolt; and Cleek, making a
bolt, too, pounced down on them like
a leaping cat, and the sharp click-
click of the handcuffs he had bor
rowed from Mr Nippers told Just
when he linked their two wrists to
gether.
"Game's up, Mile, FI fine, otherwise
Mike. Nosworth, the worthless wife of
a worthless husband!'' he rapped out
sharply. "Game's up. Mr Henry Nos
worth, bandit, pickpocket and mur
derer' There's a hot corner in hell
waiting for the brute-beast that could
kill his oWn father, and would, for
tlie simple sake of money Get at
him quirk, Mr. Narkom He's got one
free hand! Nip the paper out of his
pocket before the brute destroys it!
Played, sir. played! Buck up, Miss
Renfrew, buck up, little girl!—you'll
get your 'Boy' and you'll get Mr. Sep
timus Nosworth's promised fortune
after all! ‘God's in his heaven and
all's right with the world!’"
“Yes, a very, very clever scheme
Indeed. Miss Renfrew," agreed Cleek.
"Laid with great cunning and carried
out with extreme carefulness--as
witness the man'R coming here and
getting appointed constable and bid
ing his time, and the woman serving
as cook for six months to get the
entree to the house and to be ready
tn assist w hen the time of action came
round. I don’t think I had the least
inkling of the truth until I entered
this house and saw the woman. She
had done her best to pad herself to
an unwleldly size, and to blanch por
tions of her hair, but she couldn't
quite make her face appear old with
out betraying the fact that It was
painted—and hers is one of those
peculiarly pretty faces that one never
forgets when one has ever seen it.
To Be Concluded To-morrow.
The Professor
Ate Nuts
’£8.” said Professor J. Had-
densfteld Joy, “I u®ed to be a
vegetarian myself. I hav®
seen the time when a big porterhouse
steak or a fat and lean ®llce of ham
mad® me tear my hair, realizing how
barbarous Is man. Broiled spring
chicken made me grate my teeth in
rage.
Not only was I vegetarian, but I
was one of those who follow along
lines of the most extreme differentia
tion. I couldn't eat pieplant tops or
white oak bark, just because they
were vegetable substances. I special
ized In cocoanut®.
1 bought a hundred fine, fresh nut®.
These I put in a cool and shady place,
and thereupon discarded all allegiance
to such foods as have dwarfed man’s
noble intellect. My family ate as
usual
r Wh®n morning dawned on my first
day of real liberty I got a handsaw
and sawed off the top of a nut. Then
T . _ dran k of the life-giving fluid In
side. After that I proceeded to feast
on the meat of the nut, a® my distant
ancestors had done. When J started
for the laboratory I took a fine nut
under my arm and tried to walk in
my usual heavy and methodical stride.
It was no use. I felt like hopping
along.
A Deep Longing.
“Persons whom I met addressed me
as ‘professor,’ but with a gaze too hu
man to suit me. I found myeelf look
ing up into tree® with a vague. de"P
longing. It was as though I had in
herited something that had been hid
den in my soul’s archives all my lif®.
I arrived at the laboratory with my
emblem of liberty’ still under my arm.
The rude and thoughtless experiment
alists looked and talked as they talk
who are in a state of mental slavery.
My luncheon made me want to run
up and down the halls and passages
and climb th® posts.
“This glorious life lasted for a week.
One night Mrs. Joy had to take a
broomstick and punch me down from
the picture railing, where I was try
ing to pass the night. The next day I
could nt resist the temptation tr> climb
a tree when I had started to conduct
my daily Investigation of life's solemn
facts at the laboratory. A cocoanut
was under my arm. Presently there
came speeding along a very big man
in a very big automobile. I landed the
cocoanut on hi® head with a precision
that I had never learned. In another
instant my man wtas shaking my
perch as If he were a concentrated
earthquake. All the Joys swarmed
around the tree. Mrs. Joy shrieked:
'Don’t hurt him—he’s been living on
oocoanuta!*
The End of It.
“ ‘Turned back into s monkey, has
he?’ said the man. ‘I’ve been living
on raw meat, and if I get my hands
on him Til eat him!’ Then he de
parted.
“All the Joys got hold of me and
took me back to the dining room and
seated me at the table. Soon there
was spread before me a repast con
sisting of one porterhouse steak, on*
slice of ham, three slices of bacon and
a few other things. I could scarcely
walk when I started to work
“Henceforth give me a full dinner
of real food or cut down the trees.”
Up-to-Date Jokes
“Bronson’s wif® used to be one of
your old flames, didn't she?’’
Yes; I was in real misery when sh®
threw me over for him.”
“Well, that makes you square. Now
Bronson’s the man in misery.’’
* • •
Patient—But, doctor, you are not
asking five dollars for merely taking
a cinder out of my eye?
Specialist—er—no. My charge is for
removing a foreign substance from the
cornea.
• • *
A man having buried his wife, a
woman of bhusual size, a neighbor a
few days afterwards attempted a little
In the consolation line by remarking:
“Well, Mr. * you have met with a
heavy loss.”
"Yes,” replied the mourner, "she
weighed close upon four hundred
pounds. ”
• • •
If you wish to pay a pretty compli
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and at the same time do not wish to
be guilty of an untruth, tell her that
she is as beautiful as she Is accom
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guiltless of a lie.
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