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4 ^ ' Little Bobbie’s Pa May Flowers Copyright. 1913, National News Ase'n By NELL BRINKLEY By WILLIAM F. KIRK P A took me fishing yesterday, h was a beautiful day wen we started out & Pa sed it was Jem the kind of a day to catch a lot of | nsh n oant you think you ought to take a guide, deerest. sed Ma. You know are strangers to this seckahun & you mite tint be abel to find the right | places 10 fish. My father used to al- ys t-:k a guide with him wen he went fishing in a strange country. He was always afrade that he mite git 1 o c *t. Thare is no danger of you losing me ’ at ee«n, said Pa. l>oant you worry about that. I know thare is no chanst to lose # you. sed Ma, but I shud hate to lose iitte! Robbie. Pleese taik a guide Thare Is no danger around thi* open country, sed Pa, we doant need a guide; cum on. Bobbie. Doant ferglt to hang onto that lunch. We will need it by noon. He Got Tired. After we had walked for about two hour* I began to git kind of tired & I cud see that Pa was gittlng tired, too. i How far is this stream? I arked Pa. I doant want to walk all day It rani 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 calm to a big pine : tree and then to go about two miles thru a spruce patch until we caim to the stream. Bobbie, sed Pa, doant yon hear a llttel trout stream purling anywhere? No, I sed, A T am llsserrlTig as hard as I can. Doant you hear any kind of a stream purl at all? sed Pa. No. I sed, not any kind of a stream, A I aint going to walk much further, aether. Then Pa beegan talking to me about! one time wen he took sum frends along trout Ashing in upper Mlshlgan. Thay all thot I was lost, sed Pa. Thare was two ladies in the crowd & thay was the bravest in the party. The men looked awful worried, sed Pa; thay kep telling how we wag up aggenst it but the ladies Jest kep on lafnng and cheering thare husbands. Thay had perfeck faith in me beekaus I herd one of them tell the other that I looked so self-reliant that she wud trust me any ware to keep peepul from danger. Yes, sed Pa. those ladies trusted me A thare faith in me was Justified. Presently we caim to our destination. Pa sed, & the ladles sed thay felt like huyging me. I cud see that Pa was talking kind of absent-minded beekaus all the time he was talking he kep looking around in the woods A 1 knew he dident know his way. Jest then Pa sed Bobbie, Bobbie, ? hear it, I„hear it. It is the sound of running water that I hear. Dident T tell you. Bobbie? They Hear It. Sure enuff, I herd the running water, too. so both of us began to walk faster toward a cleering. After we git to the brook. Bobble, sed Pa we will arrange our tackel & go after the speckled buties. Jest then we calm out into the cleering ware we had herd the run ning water & Pa & me neerlv fell over. We was back to the llttel'hotel from wich we had started out from. We had went in a cirkel. Ma was (setting on the porch grinning at Pa. & the sound of* the running water was water cumming from a hose. The hired man was washing the bam Now Ma calls Pa Isaak W r alton. 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. “Bet. me see!” said Brown. "You never came across my brother, did you? He’s a fine runner, you know. Wbv, 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 get 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 his friend sat speechless with amaze ment, “the uncle In question kept a pawnshop.” Her Love For Romance A HUMOROUS STORY. A S a little girl Albertlne always sat in the chair in the farthest corner 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 ing coquettes and fascinating belles, hut Albertine always kept in the background. Whenever people looked -U her they involuntarily thought of iace mitts and hoopskirta and curt seys. They felt that Albertine *hou!3 be put under glass. This being the case, it was aston ishing that down in her secret heart Albertine had a fierce love of the dar ing, the wild and gay and the ex treme. When she picked out a dress design she always chose the rankest, most alarming atrocity. The dress maker said, “Oh, certainly!” and then proceeded to modify the pattern to suit Albertine'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 dressmaker?, but she never dared accuse them. It was the same way when It cams to the young men. Let a perfectly steady, sober youth who earned a regular salary and was good to his 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 always felt loftily then that she was an experienced, worldly wise person and the eyebrow raisers were narrow provincials. s Usually the bulldoggy young man never pro gressed In the acquaintance further LSTABL^HED 23 YEARS DR.E.G. GRIFFIN’S GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS BEST WORK AT LOWEST PRICES All Work Guaranteed. Hours 8 to 6-Phone M. 1708-8undays 9-1 24'. ', Whitehall St. Over Brown A Allens *han raising his hat and casting an entrancing smile 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 awake to this fact, for he actually called on Albertine and talked poetry to her In '.he parlor in low, rich tones, and told her 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 is 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 Albertina 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 the same kind followed. Therefore, hav ing long hovered over Albertine .n fear that she would do some fo >1 thing and spoil her life, her famPy 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 w >.s introducing himself as the future son- in-law and brother. Jeffrey was absolutelv as near’y perfect as he could be for Albertln Liberal-minded people might say h«* erred on the side of rigidness and propriety and possible narrowness but one felt that he would always be at home at 6 o’clock sharp for dinner and that Albertine never would ha/e 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 cigarette, wouldn’t re caught dead at a dog show and said 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 her dearest friend flat ly asked Albertine to explain Jeffrey’s attractions “You Gee,” said the dearest friend, "with your ideas I can't understand how ycu 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 thes<* goody-goody men!” <(11 THEN Spring comes laughing by vale and hill, V V 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.” 1 n le Change in George “W HEN I first noticed the change in George,” said the blond woman, who wa« 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, he 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.” "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 I have been taking a back seat and allowing you to think I didn’t count. Why, when I consider how near I have been to losing your love it makes me shudder! I just read a wonderful article * “‘Oh!’ said I. ‘An article! But do you believe all you read?’ “ ‘This was different,’ George said. Then he explained. " 4 It was in one of the scientific magazines, and the writer began by saying that every woman sits and waits the coming of her lord and mas ter and is ready to follow when he beckons. He does not woo or be seech; he takes; he * “ 'George Guesser,’ l said to him, 'whenever you waste time beckoning me instead of coming where T 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 allowed you to get away from me,’ he mused. Then he roared at me. ‘ "There is never a man brute so bru tal but a woman clings to him!”’ he quoted and beat the air with his arms ‘That was a fundamental point with the writer. He said that if the man cringed before the woman she had only contempt for him, but that if he beat her she respected him and thanked her stars that her man was so strong. F’urther, 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, but 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 Waives!’ George Shook His Head. “ 'George.’ I said when he stopped far breath, ‘just what is your inten 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- Wfe 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 coDflded to himself. ‘Why, Evangeline, you are entirely lacking in that devotion which la part fear and which is necessary to make a happy wife! It is all my fault! ’ “Right here I concluded that it was time to take George by the hand and lead him forth to safety. ‘Darling,’ said 1, ’if you will tell me how a woman is going to stand in any fear 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 his 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 my love and affection, go down and shake up the furnace, because the house is getting cold!’ “ ‘Oh, vur-ry well,’ said George, peevishly, as he headed for the base ment stairs. ‘That’s the way you always act when I attempt any real progress. Women aren’t scientific!’ “ Indeed, they’re not!’ 1 told him. ‘They’re Just plain sensible!’” Cleek of the Forty Faces By T. W. HANSHAW. Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co. ^O-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. ^rpHANKB, 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 I am absolutely positive that there is a mistake.” "There is no mistake—no, not one! The wicked one to say it still!” "Oh. that’s all very well, madame; 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 hc.ird Mr. Nos worth 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 lei.^urely 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 1s himself, and landing 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 Til Just show you how a mistake could occur and how it did occur under precisely similar circumstances. . Onoe upon a time when I w«s In Paris— “It’a a Play.” "Tn Paris, mon-si eur?” ’Yes, madame—this little thing T*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 'Ohanticler’— or maybe you never heard of 9t? Didn’t, eh? Well, it’s a play whore 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 w ere Ohanticler dances and Ohanticler parties In all the houses and Ohanticler ’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 cunning the thing to death. But that’s another story, and wee’ll pass over it. Now, it Just so hap pened that one night—when the craze for the thing whs dying out and barnyard dresses could be bought for a f*ong, I strolled Into a little fourth- rate cafe at Montemartre and there saw the only Ohanticler dancer that I ever thought was worth a sou. She was a pretty, dainty little thing— light as a feather and graceful as a The Professor Ate Nuts i(\rw said Professor J. Had den sfleld Joy, "I used* to be a vegetarian myself. T have seen the time when a big porterhouse steait or a fat and lean slice of ham made me tear my hair, realign* how barbarous Is man. Broiled aprtns chicken made me grate my teebh la rage. "Not only we. i vegetarian, bnt 1 was one of those who follow along lines of the most, extreme differentia tion. 1 couldn’t sat pieplant topa at white oak bark. Just because they were vegetable substances. I special ized In cocoanuts. 1 bought a hundred) fine, fresh nuts. These r put tn a cool and shady place, and thereupon discarded all allegiance to surh foods as have dwarfed man’s noble Intellect My family ate as ustmJ. W hen morning dawned on my first day of real liberty I got a handsaw and sawed off the top of a nut Then I drank °f the life-giving fluid in side. After that I proceeded to feaat on the meat of the nut, as my distant ancestors had done. When I started for the la.bora.forv I , 0 ok a fine nut under my arm and tried to walk In my usual heavy and methodical stride 1 WSS no use. I felt like hopping long. A Deep Longing. Persons whom I met addressed me as ’professor,’ but with a gaze too hu man to suit me. I found myiself look ing up Into trees 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 life. I arrived at the laboratory with mv emblem of liberty still under my arm. The rude end 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 do-wn the halls and passages and climb the posts. "This glorious life lasted for a week, One night Mrs. Joy had to take 4 broomstick and punch me down frond the picture railing, where I was try ing to pass 'he night. The next day I could nt resist the temptation to olini'b a tree when I had started to conduct my dally 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. 1 landed the cocoanut on hfs head with a precision that I had never learned. In another instant my man wins 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 cocoanuts!' The End of It. “ Turner! back into a monkey, ha.* he?’ said the man. I've been living on raw meat, and if I get my hands on him I’ll eat him!’ Then he de parted. “AU 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, one slice of ham, three slices of bacon and a few other things. I could scarcely walk when 1 started to work. “Henceforth give me a full diinner of real food or cut down the trees.” fairy Alone, I think she might have made her mark, but she was one of what in music halldom they call ’a team.’ Her partner was a man—a bad dancer, an indifferent singer, but a really passable ventriloquist.” The Expose. “A ventriloquist, monsieur—er—er.” “Cleek, madam—name’s Cleek, If you don't mind!” “Cleek! Oh. Jummy!” blurted out Mr Nippers. But neither, “Madam” nor Constable Gorham said anything 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 I he handcuffs he had bor rowed from Mr. Nippers told Just when he linked their two wrists to gether. “Game’s up, Mile, Flflne, otherwise Mme. 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 comer in hell waiting for the brute-beast that could kill his own father, and would, for the simple sake of money. Get at him quick, 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 Nos worth’s promised fortune after all! ‘God’s in his heaven and all’s right with the world!’” “Yea, a very, very clever scheme indeed, Miss Renfrew,” agreed Cleek. “Laid with great cunning and carried out with extreme . carefulness- as witness the man’s 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 to assist when 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 unwieldly 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 pain ted—and hers Is one of those peculiarly pretty faces that one never forgets when one has ever seen it. To Be Concluded To-morrow. is fail. the\ “Bronson’s wife used to be one of your old flames, didn’t she?” “Yes; I was in real misery when she 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 removing a foreign substance from cornea. • * • A man having buried his wife, a woman of uhusual 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 " “Tea." 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 «he 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. Shekd IfculScFi Get the Original and Genuine > HORLICK’S MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. For Infants, Invalids and Growing Chfl* dren. Pure Nutrition, upbuilding the whole body. Invigorates the nursing mother and the aged. Rloh milk, malted gre In. In powder form A quick lunch prepared In a minute. Take no substitute. Ask for HORLICK’3 Not in Any Milk Trust For Sale VAUDEVILLE THEATER For colored patrons; seating capacity 1,000. Big money-maker. Cleared more than $10,000 last year. Owner must sell quick on account of bad health. 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