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/ * h * THE Little Bobbie’s Pa May Flowers” € Copyright, 1913, National Nows Ass'n. By NELL BRINKLEY By WILLIAM F. KIRK P A took me flailing yesterday. It was a beautiful day wen we Rtarted out & Pa sed it wav jest the kind of a day to catch a lot of fish • Doant you think you ought to take a guide, deerest. sed Ma. You know ■ we are strangers to this seokshun & you mite not be abel to find the right places to fish. My father used to al ways talk a guide with him wen ht went fishing in a strange country. J-P- . was always a Trade that he mite gu los't. Thare is no tf-nger of - mi losing me | ihat eesy, said Pa. Doant you worry about that. I know thare is no clianst to lose you. sed Ma, but I shud hate to lose littel Bobbie. Pleese talk a guide. Thare is no danger around this open country, sed Pa, we doant need a guide: cum on, Bobbie. Doant fergit i to hang onto that lunch. We will Yieed it by noon. He Got Tired. After we had walked for about two hours I began to git kind of tired & 1 cud see that Pa was gitting tired, too. How far is this stream? T a viced Pi T doant want to walk all day. It cant be very much further, said Pa. The man at the hotel toald us to keen walking thru thi? 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 you hear a littel trout stream purling anywhere? N'o, T sed. 1 am lessening as hard as I can. Doant you hear anv kind of a stream pur! at all? sed Pa., Xo. I sed. not any kind or a dream. & f aint going to walk much further, eet her. Then Pa beegan talking to me about one time wen he took sum frend? along trout fishing in upper Mishigan. Tliay all tliot I was lost, sed Pa. I hare was two ladies in the crowd & tliav whs the bravest in the party. 1 The men looked awful worried, sed ! Pa: thav kep telling how we was up aggensi it. but the ladies jest kep on laffirig and cheering thare husbands. Thay had perfeck faith in me beekau- T herd one of them toll the other that 1 looked so self-reliant that she wud trust me any ware to keep peepul from danger. Yes. sied Pa those ladies trusted me & thare faith in m-* was justified. Presently we cairn to our i* destination. Pa sed. & the ladies sed tliay felt like hugging me. 1 cud Fee that Pa was talking kind of absent-minded beekauvall the time j * ie was talking he ken looking around in the woods & 1 knew he dident know his wav. •fcsi then Pa sed Robbie. Robbie, i " ! ' It : , sound of 1 afer fh- Bobbie ? 1 Dident I ' <•> i gi; Ie.s‘ t ■leering ling wa f v^ s mir- They Hear It. < " l y> rn -ff. | herd the running wu;■ r too, so both of us began to wad. aster tow ard -a fleering. After ue brook. Bobbie, sed P. arrange our tackel & go after ckled on ties. ■••en we cairn out into.the ; ar< we bad herd the run- < r A Pa & me neerlv feli • •■ er \\v w.-is back to the littel'hotel ironi , w had started out from. \'> had went in a cirkel. Ma was setting on the porch grinning at Pa. & the uound of the running water was water cumming. from a hose. The hired man was washing the barn. Xow Ma calls Pa Isaak Walton. Uncle’s Sporting Trophies. Tom Brown and Jack Smith had been schoolmates together, but, often happens, had drifted apart Ing the year* that followed. 1 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 runner, you know'. Why, only last week he w r on a gold medal in a Marathon race." “Ah!" said SiriUh, raising his eye brows in genuine admiration. Then, a faint smile playing around his Ups. he added: “And did r 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, 'wo cup* 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.’’ ° o’. . Her Love For Romance A HUMOROUS STORY. A f S a little girl AlbeMine 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 md 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 whs grown up. Other girls might blossom into dar ing coquettes and fascinating belles, rut Albertine always kept in the background. Whenever people looked -it her they involuntarily thought of it.ee mitts* and hoopskirts and curt seys. They felt that Albertine shout.1 u- put under glass. This being the case, it was aston- •fc-hing that down in her secret heart • bertine had a fierce love of the dar- iig. the wild and gay and the ex- ■umc. When /die picked out a dress design she always chose the rankesb most fdarming atrocity. The dress maker 5-aid, “Oh. certainly!” and then proceeded to modify the pattern to suit 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 cam'' 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 stre-'t wearing crimson silk socks and a tie to match and the latest cry in waist- coat's, 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 : t made the situation perfect. Albertine always felt loftily then ‘hat she was an experienced, worldly .wise person and the eyebrow raisers were narrow provincials. Usually the bulldoggv young man neve: pro gressed in the acquaintance further T \BL X ■v HED 23 YEARS J)R.E.G. GRIFFIN’S GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS \ V ■ BEST WORK AT LOWEST PRICES jj | AH Work Guaranteed, j iours 8 to 6 Phcne M. 1708-Sundays 9-1 1 24 , Whitehall St. Over Brown & Allens C 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 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 Mie parlor in low, rich tones, and told tier 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 :s 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 Albertinj wore what she thought was a heart broken expression and thought she % hre\v into her face deep lines of ex perience and suffering. After Harry several others of f hc 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 family was entranced when she became en gaged to Jeffrey. It all hapnened so suddenly that one was scarcely aware •Jeffrey was on earth before he w introducing himself as the future son- in-law and brother. Jeffrey was absolutelv as nearly perfect as he could be for Alberti.. Liberal-minded people might say he erred on the side of rigidness and propriety and possible narrowness but one felt that he would always be at home at G 6’clock sharp for dinner and that Albertine never would ha e to fang 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 « e caught dead at a dog show' and said his wife never should be permitted 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 how r 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 hi once that Jeffrey'is the most sophisti cated sort of person. He’s such a man of the world. T can’t abide these* goody-goody men! - ’ THEN Spring comes laughing by vale and hill, VV By windflower dancing and daffodil, Sin£ stars of morning—sing morning skies, Sing blue of speedwell, and my love’s eyes, And gay birds gossip the orchard long.” 1 "he Change in George UTT7 HBN 1 fire \\ change in first noticed the George,” said the blond woman, who was no bigger than a minute. “I thought it was indigestion. Tt 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, be was rude and stamped around. It is hard on the rugs when a man acts that way. ‘“Don’t roar at me, George!' 1 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 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. “ ‘George,’ I said when he stopped for breath, ‘Just what is your inten tion? Am l to understand that you are about to knock me dow n in order a perfect gentleman and so mild that 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,’ ho confided to himself. Why, Evangeline, you are entirely lacking in that devotion which is 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 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 1 shall consider myself in your debt! " 'Nat wishing to thrust myself for ward or unduly trumpet my own worth, 1 still would bet my false hair that if 1 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 w ell.’ 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!’” 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 T consider how near .1 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. “‘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; lie takes; he- ’ “ ‘George Guesser,’ 1 said to him. ‘whenever you waste time beckoning ; me instead of coming where I am I’d 1 like to know It! Do you think 1 am a little yellow puppy dog?’ My, but I was angry! “George, looked sad. I see I have allow’ed 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 Cleek of the Forty Faces By T. W. HANSHAW. Copyright by Doubleday, rage A Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. {4*T*HANKR, 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 heard Mr. Noswortb 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 leawd 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 tim«' when I was in Paris—” ‘‘It’s a Play.” “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 ‘Chanticler’— 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 r ere Chanticler dances and Chanticler parties in all the houses and Chanticler ‘turns’ on at all thr music halls until w’herever one went for an evening’s amusement one was pretty sure of seeing somebody or another dressed up like a cock or n hen and cunning 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 song. T strolled into a little fourth- rate cafe at Monternartre and there saw' the only Chanticler 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. Alone, T think she might have made her mark, but she was one of what in music halldom they call ‘a team.’ Her partner wag a man—a bad dancer, an indifferent singer, but a really passable ventriloquist." The Expose. "A ventriloquist, monsieur—er—er,” “desk, madam—name's Cleek, if you don’t mind!" "Cleek! Oh. lummy!” blurted out Mr. Nippers. Bui neither, “Madam” nor Constable Oorham said anything They merely swung round and mada a sudden bolt; and Cleek. making a holt, too, pounced down On them like a leaping eat. 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, Fiflne. otherwise Mme. Nosworth, the worthless wife of a worthless husband!” he rapped out sharply. “Game's up, Mr. Henry N'os- worth, bandit, pickpocket and mur derer! There's a hot corner in hell waiting for the brute-beast that could kill bis own father, and would, for the simple sake of money. Get at him quick. Mr. N'arkom. 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 pp, 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, “Bald with great cunning and carried out with extreme carefulness—as witness the man's coming here and getting appointed constable and bid ing Ills time, and the woman serving as cook for six months to get the entree to the house and lo he ready to assist when the time of action came round. I don't think I had the lea3t 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. The Professor Ate Nuts <f\7’ r ' s ” »»l<i Professor J. Had., jf densfleld Joy, "f used to be a vegetarian myself. I have seen the time when a big porterhouse steak or a fat and lean slice of ham made me (ear my hair, realising how, barbarous Is man. Broiled spring chicken made me grate my teeth 'n rage. Not onlj was I vegetarian. but f, was one of those who follow along lines of the most extreme differentia tion T couldn't eat pieplant tope or white oak bark, just because they were vegetable substances, 1 special, lzed in cocoa nuts. I bought a hundred fine, fresh nuts*,. I hese T put In a cool and shady place, and thereupon discarded all allegiance 1° as haVe dwarfed man's usu^ lnte,leot ’ M > family ate "When morning: dawned on mv first day of rea4 liberty I got a handsaw and sawed off the top of a nut. Then’ Ii*!/* 11 ?life-giving fluid in- s'de. After that I proceeded bo feast on the meat of the nut, a» m.v distant ancestors had done. When I etarted for the laboratory I took a fine nut under my arm and tried to walk m mv usual heavy and methodical stride 1' was no use. I felt like hopping along. A Deep Longing. Persons whom 1 met addressed me as 'professor.' but with a gaze too hu man to suit me. I found myself look, ing up Into trees with a. vague de r p longing. It was as though T had in- nertted something that had been hid- den in my soul's archives ail my life. I arrived at tile laboratory with mv emblem of liberty atlll under my arm. The rude and thoughtless experiment alists looked and talked as they talk who are in a state of menial slavery. My luncheon made me want to run up and down the halls and passages and climb the posts. "This glorious life lasted for s week One night Mrs. Joy had to take a broomstick and punch me down from the picture railing, where I was trv- ing to pass 'he night. The next liav I could nt resist the temptation to clin.h a tree when I had started to condue* my daily investigation of life's solemn facts at. the laboratory. A cocoanut was under my arm. Presently the;-e came speeding along a very big man In a very big automobile. I landed the cocoanut on his head with a precision that I had never learned. Tn another instant my man wtas shaking my perch as if he were a concentrated earthquake. Ail the Jova swarmed around the tree. Mrs. Joy shrieked; Don't hurt him—hej been living on cocoanutsl’ The End of It. “‘Turned back into a monkey, his • 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. “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, 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 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 is for 1 removing a foreign substance from the cornea. • • • A man having buried his wife, a woman of unusual size, a neighbor a ( few days afterwards attempted a little - In the consolation line by remarking: “Well, Mr. , you have met with a r - 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, tel! 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. ShciectlfctMe^i Gat the Original and Genuine HORLICK’S MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Agea. For Infants, Invalids ajid Growing Chil dren. Pure Nutrition, upbuilding the* whole body. , Invigorates the nursing mother and' the aged. Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. A quick lunch prepared in a minute. Take no substitute. 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. rrr^n 7"~<\ O rive T>° Is the name of the great serial story, the first installment of which will be published in The Georgian’s Magazine Page WEDNESDAY, it is the story of the Rothschilds, masters of millions, and the effect of their power in Enrope.