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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 GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS 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 ment to a plain and ignorant woman 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 plished. She will think you are a charm ing man, and your conscience will be guiltless of a lie. ShctedlfcuMetyi Gel the Original and Genuine HORLICK’S MALTED MILK The Food-drink for Ail Ages. For Infants. Invalids and Growing Chil dren. Pure Nutrition, upbuilding th® whole body. Invigorate® the miming mother and the aged. Rich milk, msltcc grain. In powder form A quick lunch prepared tn a minute. Take no substitute. Ask for MORLlCK’8 Not in Any Milk Trust For Sale VAUDEVILLE THEATER For colored patrons; seating capacity 1000. Big money-maker. Cleared more than 110,000 last year. Owner must sell quick on account of bad health. For full particulars call DIXIE THEATER, 127 Decatur St. rr<\ o me rave it rr<\ Is the name of the great serial story, the first instalment of which will he pybSished in The Georgian’s Magazine Page WEDNESDAY. It is the story of the Rothschilds, masters of millions, and the effect of their power in Eorope.