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i 4 Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F. KIRK. P A took iop Ashing yesterday. It was a beautiful day wen we j started out & Pa sed It was .teat the kind of a day to catch a lot of Ash. . Doant you think you ought to take a guide, deerest. sed \la. You know we are strangers to this sockshnn K- you mite not be ubel to And the right places to Ash. My father used to al- j ■'“VS talk a guide with him wen he went fishing in a strange country. He was always afrade that he mite git lost. Thare is no danger of you losing me that eosy, said Pa. Doant you worry about that, I know thare is no chanst to lose you. sed Ma, but I shud hate to lose littel Bobbie. Pleese taik a guide. Thare Is no danger around this open country, sed Pa. we doant need a j guide: cum on, Bobble. Doant fergit to hang onto that lunch. We will need it by noon. He Got Tired. After we had walked for about two hours 1 began to git kind of tired & I cud see that Pa was gifting tired, too. How far is this stream? T asked Pa. I 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 ! iree and then to go about two miles thru a spruce patch until we caim to the stream Bobbie, sed Pa. doant you hear a littel trout stream purling anywhere? No, I sed, A I am llssenlng as hard as I can. Doant you hear any kind of a j stream pur! at all? sed Pa No. J sed, not any kind of a stream, A I aint going to walk much further eether. Then Pa beegan talking to me about one time wen he took sum frends along trout fishing In upper Mishigan. 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 was up aggenst it. but the ladies Jest kep on laffing and cheering thare husbands. Thay had perfeck faith in me beekaus I herd one of them tell the other that j I looked so self-reliant that she wud trust me anyware to keep peepul from danger. Yes, sed Pa. those ladies j trusted me A 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 he kep looking around In the woods & I knew' he dldent i know his way, . Jest then Pa sed Bobbie, Bobbie, 1 bear it, I hear it. It is the sound of running water that I hear. Dident ij tell you. Bobbie? They Hear It. Sure enufT^ T herd the running water, too, so both of us began to i walk faster toward a fleering. After we git to the brook. Bobbie, sed Pa. we will arrange our tacke! & go after the speckled buties. Jest then we caim out into the fleering ware we had herd the run ning water & Pa & me neeriv fell over. We was back to the iittefhotel 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 cummlng from a hose. The hired man was washing the barn. Now Ma calls Pa Isaak Walton. % O “May Flowers’' Copyright, 1913, National News Ass'n. By NELL BRINKLEY g* • I •» ■». <3 Jfco •Tf fc m l/in ‘ §0^' 1 I! 17; 'fU I Zs&Se?- ■V fc II, St am The Professor Ate Nuts •r \.7, ' % I -SJL- o ftnl? .!* u e o' it o 6 y o V u w‘ - T oo■ ^ ^ v r- L ox . 3 V C <■ 4 ° 0 ‘SPn . * ‘ % <! 6 o> SCO 0^0 '^ d °o(ja <u Her Love For Romance A HUMOROUS STORY. A S a littl sat in Uncle’s Sporting Trophies. Tom Brown and Jack Smith had heen 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 see!" said Brown. "You never came across my brother, did you? He's a fine v^unner, 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 T 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 sliver medal for swim ming. two cups for wrestling, to say nothing of badges for boxing and row- I ink I "You see." Smith continued, while his friend sat speechless with amaze ment. “the uncle in question kept a pawnshop. ” little girl Albertlne always 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, but Albertlne always kept in the background. Whenever people looked her they involuntarily thought of .ace mitts and hQopskirts and curt seys. They felt that Albertine should i.o 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 dreas design she always chose the rankest, most alarming atrocity. The dress- P'aker said. “Oh. certainly!" and then proceeded to modify the pattern to suit Aibertine’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 sne suspected the dressmakers, but she never dared accuse them. It was the same way when it canu j to the young men. Let a perfectly j 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 bulldog so much the better. If people I j raised their eyebrows and coughed dis creetly w hen his name was mentioned I I 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. Usually the ! bulldoggy young man never pro gressed in the acquaintance further 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-Sundaya 9-1 C<'/> Whitehall St. Over Brown & Allens Mian 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 Aibertine’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 Albertin * wore what she thought was a heart broken expression and thought she Mirew 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 Albertlne .n fear that she would do some to >l thing and spoil her life, her family >vas entranced when she became en gaged to Jeffrey. It all hapnened so suddenly that one was scarcely aware 'Jeffrey w'as on earth before he tv*.? introducing himself as the future sor- in-law r and brother. Jeffrey was absolutelv as nearly perfect as he could be for Albertii, Liberal-minded people might say he erred on the side t>f 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 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 cigarette, wouldn’t be 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 see,” said the dearest friend, “with your ideas I can’t understan 1 j how you happen to fall In love with Jeffrey, of all men." “Of all men!’’ echoed Albertine in pitying astonishment. “Why, I’ll ieli you, Susie—because I recognized Bit 7 HEN Spring comes laughing by vale and hill, * 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.” Cleek of the Forty Faces By T. W. HANSHAW. 1 "he Change in < Ceorge Copyright, by Doubleday, Page A Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. HANKS, very much. I’m hav- (y I UTT7 HKN 1 y'Y change in first noticed the 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, 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! ’ 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, 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 wives!’ George Shook His Head. “ ‘Georg:?,’ I said when he stopped | for breath, just what is your Inten- .... , i . . tion? Am I to understand that vou ver >‘ Now. George has always been such | flre about to knock mp down or !£“ a perfect gentleman and so mild that to make sure of my imperishable af- you mac well imagine that I was j faction? Are you contemplating dent- amazed. See here. George Guesser! !"£ ?L y , faC< \!° r , th ,T P llr I>°ae of mak- . . , , . . . , mg me too utterly happy to live? Be- I said* to him. Tell me at once what cause if you are— Ing rather a difficult task of it, for our friend, the Con stable here, corroborates Mlsa 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 sey 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 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. Det us suppose"—strMling leisurely for ward—“let us suppose that this space here Is the covered passage and you— step here a moment, please Thanks. you mean! “This Was Different.” “George shook his head as If he were considering something under a microscope. What a mistake I’ve “George frowned awfully. His eye been making.’ he confided to himself, brows looked like a lilac hedge tiiat ; ‘Why. Evangeline, you are entirely hasn’t been trimmed since last spring, lacking in that devotion which is 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 1 didn’t count. Why, when r 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 h*» explained. , “‘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.’ 1 said to him. ‘whenever you waste time beckoning me instead of corning where I am I’d like to know it! Do you think 1 am a little yellow puppy dog?’ My, but I was angry! “George looked sad. I see 1 have allowed you to get away from me,’ he mused. Then he roared at me. 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 I, ‘if you will tell me how 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 w’ould 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, 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 I’ll Just show you how a mistake could occur and how it did occur under precisely similar circumstances Once upon a time when I, was in Paris—" “It’s a Play.” There is never a man brute so bru tal but a woman clings to him!”’ he peevishly, as he headed for the base- . quoted and beat the air with his arms, ment stairs. ‘That’s the way you once that Jeffrey is the most sophistl- '‘That was a fundamental point with ! always act when I attempt any real cated sort of person. He's such a man | the writer. He said that if the man 'progress. Women aren’t scientific!’ of the world. I < ant abide thes** I cringed before' the woman she had “Indeed, they’re not!' I told him. goody-goody men!" only contempt for him, but that if he ‘They're just plain sensible! " “In 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, w ere Chantlcler dances and 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 wee’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 he bought for a .«ong, I strolled into a little fourth- rate cafe at Montemartrc and there saw the only Chantlcler dancer that I ever thought was worth a sou. Sh»* was a pretty, dainty little thing— light as .i feather and graceful as a 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 indlffeient 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. lummy!" 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 the handcuffs he had bor rowed from Mr Nippers told Just when he linked their two wrists to gether. Game s up. Mile, F*iflne. otherwise Mme. Nosworth, the worthless wife of a worthless husband.'" he rapped out sharply. "Game's up, Mr. Henry Noe- worth. bandit, pickpocket and mur derer! There's a hot corner in hell waiting for Ihe brute-beast that could kill his own father, and would, for the simple sake of money, (jet 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 upr Miss Renfrew, buck up, little girl! —you'll get your 'Boy' and you'll get Mr.'Sep- tlmus 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'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 he 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 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. iiXT'SS'' said Professor J. Had- J drnsfteJd Joy, "1 used to be a vegetarian myself. I bay* seen the time when a big porterhousd steak or a fht and lean slice of ham made me tear my hair, realizing how barbarous Is man. Broiled spring chicken made me grate my teotb in rage. "Not only was I vegetarian, but I waa one of those who follow along lines of the most extreme differentia tion. I couldn't eat pieplant tops <rr white oak bark. Just because they w ere vegetable substances. 1 special- lzed In cocoanut®. T bought a hundred'fine, freeh nut*. These I put In a cool and shady place, and thereupon discarded all allegiance o such foods as have dwarfed man’s noble Intellect. My family ate as u 9ual. "When mom In* dawned on my ftr®t day of real liberty I *ot a handsaw and sawed off tho top of a nul Then I drank °f the life-giving; fluid in- 81 *u After thnt 1 proceeded to feast on the meat of the nut. as my distant ancestors hsd done. When I 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. [ felt like hopping along. A Deep Longing. "Persons whom I met addressed me as ’professor,' but with a gsao too hu man to suit me. I found myself iook^ ing up into trees with a vague de°ti longing, rt was as though I had in-* herited something that hod been hid den in my soul's archives all my life* I arrived at the laboratory with m/ emblem of liberty still under my arm. The rude and thoughtless experiment? alists looked and talked as they talk w-ho are in a state of mental slavery. My luncheon made me want to nfn up and down the halls end passages and climb the posts. "This glorious life lasted for s. week. One night Mrs. Joy had to take hroomstlck and punch me down front Ihe picture railing, where I was try ing to pass the night. The next day I could nt resist 1he temptation to climb a tree when t had started to conduce my daily Investigation of life’s solemn fact# 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 tho cocoanut on his head with a precision that I had never learned. In another instant my man w*as shaking mv 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 cocoanut*!’ The End of It. “ ’Turned back Into a monkey, haw he?’ said the man. 'I’ve been living on raw me«at. and If T pot my hands on him I’ll eat him!’ Then he de parted. “All the Joy* 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 I started to work “Henceforth give me a full dinner of real food or cut down the trees." Up-to-Date Jokes “Bronson’s wife used to b® one of your old flames, didn’t she?" “Yes; 1 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 i« fojr removing a foreign substance from the cornea. • • * A man having buried his wife, a woman of uhusual size, a neighbor g 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 compll-i ment to a plain and ignorant woman and at the same time do not wish to be guilty of an untruth, tell her t.hat •ihe Is as beautiful as she i® accom plished. She will think you are a charm ing man, and your conscience win be guiltless of a lie. Shetect ifcuMetft Get the Original and Genuine HORLICK’S MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. For Infants, Invalids and Growing ChiLe flreao. Pure Nutrition, upbuilding tha whole body. Invigorates the nursing mother and- the aged Rloh milky malted F Un. in powder form. quick lunch prepared In a minute. Take no ®ubatltute. Ask for HORLICK’S 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. For full particulars call DIXIE THEATER, 127 Decatur St. Am '"V . In ’ie Pi ive '' ^fon Is the name of the great serial story, the first Instalment of which will be = /OV poWished in The Georgian’s Magazine Page WEDNESDAY. It is the story of 11 the Rothschilds, masters of millions, and the effect of their power in Europe. •\