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THINK Bobbie ought n..t to takr up
Latin next Fall, sed Ma, It in too
hard for him. i doant see any sense
in him lerning a ded iangwldge.
You doant understand, sed Pa. The
teechers at the skool knows best what
Bobbie Shud take up Thav have dee J*f\e Most Exciting SeriG.1
▼oted thare whole life to rtcrlnf the
minds of the yung Let him talk l^atln
if the teecher thinks he shud.
But the teeoher doesn’t say he must
take Latin, sod Ma. The class has the
rite to choose wether thay want to talk
Latin or German. I think it wud be |
nicer for him to lern sum nice, homelike
Iangwldge like German, mo It will he J
useful to him in his every-day life.
There is lots of Germans In this town, |
•ed Ma. & if he shud happen to git a |
Job clerking in a bank or a stoar, his j
Oermarf wud help him moar than a ded j
Iangwldge like Iifltin. I doant know j
anything about the I^atln, sed Ma I \
doant think thare Is any of them alive, j
It always amuses me to hear a woman
talk A talk & not say anything, sed Pa
You doant understand I-atln is a grate j
Iangwldge for any boy to lern. Tt gives |
him a Insite into the English lang- j
wldge wich is blit up largely on l-*etin
That I* why 1 have such a fine ilow of
Iangwldge, Pa sed; a flow of Iangwldge
That I • guess you often wish you had !
wen I cum hoam lait, he sed to Ma.
How much Latin did you stutidy,
asked Ma.
I am a master at it, sed Pa. I studied |
Being an Expose of Fakery in Spiritualism,
Clairvoyance, Palmistry, Etc.
By Charles D. Isaacson
of the Year.
SERIALIZED
By J. W. McCONAUGHY
(Copyright, 1913, by Star Co.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
In spite of the heat of hia gallop and
the excitement of hiw pistol duel In the
dark at the inn, the appalling stillness
and loneliness of the place and the very
real peril of his mission chilled him for
a moment even more than the damp
mists and the musty echoing corridor
in which they found themselves when
they pushed open the little gate. As for
Husty, he was frankly scared until his
black skin was the rich color of cafe
au lait.
"Marse Warren,” he stammered, look
ing about him, “Ah—-Ah! don’t like this
place Ah—don’t like it ’tall”
Warren could hear the bulky figure
shaking in perfect panic of fright* as
he fumbled with the catch of his lan
tern and struck a match. He had taken
. « *»_ v.4 i care to draw his servitor into an em
it all the four years 1 was In the high
invashun of !)rasure where the gate guard stood in
They were thus out of
skool. I studdied Cicero's
Gaul & how Julius Caesar deefled Cati
line in the Senate of Home. How well
I reemember them ringing words of his,
Pa sed. when he shouted at Catiline
"Pax vohisoum, et rum splrltu tuo, nux
vomica!” A then you ask me about
lAtln, Pa sed Why, he sed to Ma. I
cud set here, all day A talk l^atin to you
If you wud understand any of It, but
wen I am in one of my deep moods
you doant even understand my fine
English.
You are a perfeck wonder, arent you?
sed Ma. Now let me tell you sumthlng.
A I am going to correck you rite in
front of little Bobbie, heekaus I think
It wud teech you a lesson You are
all mixed up in yure Ijatin. It was Ju
lius Caesar which invaded Gaul, A it
was Cicero which denounced Catiline In
the Homan Senate. Am I rite, Bobbie?
You are rite. I toald Ma I wasent
thare. but I herd the toerher say so.
The teecher dident say so, or If the
teoher did say so the teecher Is a fool.
se*d Ps, Why, 1 surely ought to know
what I am talking about. I can see
the lines In the text books now. ware
Cicero tells about his first trip to Gaul.
He sed "Omnia Gaul Is trespassing par
ties such as E Pluribus IJnum & ora
pro noblsky.” Doant tell me that I am
rusty on my Latin, s* d Pa, I know it as
well as 1 know my own son 1 reemem-
ber how one of the Gauls dldent like
Cicero A he sed “Cicero,” says he,
“Cicero, why do you cum here & lay
waste our lands and desstroy our
hoams." A Cicero sed to Gaul “Gaulia.
de mortuls nil nisi bonum,” which means
in English, "Well, Gaul. I like yure
gall!”
Doant anser your father, Bobbie, sed
Ma. This has been a vary hot day
down town, A I am afrade the heet
has went to his deer hed Go A git
sum cracked ice, Bobbie, A I will bring
him around all rite.
Then we put cracked 1c© on Pa's hed
and he went to sleep. I guess 1 will
talk German insted of Latin.
insisted that something was following
them. But nothing further happened
They found no trace of any man except
ing on the steps of the watch tower,
where the dust was almost obliterated
with footprints.
“This ghost wears shoes and climbs
the stairs a lot, Rusty,” commented
Warren.
A Clew to the Ghost.
As they descended they were aware
of an intermittent knocking sound that
seemed to come from a distant part of
the castle. Cautiously they followed
they sound, and it led them toward the
great banquet hall. As they approached
through the lower apartments Jarvis
Jarvis swung the lantern about.
"We’ve been In this room before.” he
said. He was used to the noises and
had long since ceased to heed them
qpenly, but their constant and unex
pected recurrence was surely getting on
hio nerves.
"Is dis whar the poundin’ come
from?” asked Rusty, tremulously.
“I reckon,” answered his master
slowly, “that the pounding and the
smoky lantern went together.”
With every nerve and muscle at high
tension Jarvis entered and began a
minute inspection of the banquet halL
The recent pounding, the nearness of
the sounds that had followed them in
the last few minutes, convinced him
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“B-
A Study in Parents
By PERCY SHAW
W HEN father had the grip, our
flat
Was like a church, It was
so solemn.
** ’Twas father this, and father that;”
In whispers column after column;
We had to go tiptoeing out
“You muat not sing.” said mother
sadly.
“Step softly when you move about
‘‘Or you’ll annoy popr father
badly.”
And when we went to bed, Marie
Told us to pray good health for
mother.
Because if she got ill, you see.
We’d have hard work to find an
other.
I don’t quite understand, do you?
But just the same we liked it
rather
When he got well—life Is so blue
When anything goes wrong with
father.
When mother had the grip, our flat
Was like a farmhouse in vacation
No one said; "Don’t do this or that.
No one put bars on conversation.
We didn’t have to tiptoe out.
We skipped and hopped Just as it
pleased ns;
We batted tennis balls about,
And shouted when the fancy seized
us.
And then at bed-time, father came,
And played he was a lion roar-
ln«,
And yet—It's Just my point of view,
Hi^ too, I guess—I mean my
brother—
That living is a lot more blue
When anything goes wrong with
mother.
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ancient time
the line of fire from the far angle of
;he short corridor.
"I’m not stuck on it myself, Rusty,”
ii '-huckled, as his first feeling of de
pression passed. "But we’v© got to go
through with It ”
When the faint glow of the lantern
filled the little round cell In which they
stood the old darky felt a little better.
”1 reckon daaao,” he conceded, “but
I’ve afraid hit’s gonna go through with
us Marse Warren."
"I guess not, Rusty. If it does it’ll
have to carry off enough lead to break
the hack of any ordinary spook. Here—
hold the light a moment.”
He took off his coat and hung it in a
narrow slot in the wall. Then he
reached under his left arm and pro
duced the blue barreled, heavy-callbered
revolver, broke it carefully, and re
loaded the two chambers with care
The Tinkle of the empty cartridge cases
on the stone floor made Rusty start and
shiver. The young man spun the cyl
inder to be sure that all in working
order and slipped the weapon back into
tho holster.
"Now for the ghost!” he exclaimed,
cheerfully.
"Yes, sah,” agreed Rusty, not cheer
fully.
"Now, Rusty no, don’t light your
lantern yet—take mine and hold It out
in the. corridor there as high as you can.
If they figure on nailing us quick* here
is their begt chance. Just stand right
there and hold it out and up. That’s
right. Now, Just a moment.”
He dropped on one knee and peered
down the corridor. The light, directly
above his head, gave a perfectly clear
view. He saw that the passageway
ended In a large room with n fireplace
opposite the entrance. After a careful
scrutiny he derided that there was no
danger and they advanced, Rusty In the
rear and still holding the light high.
Thus while they were a fair mark,
Warren was not blinded by the glare of
bis own light and could see with keen
ness to the farthermost range of its
beams.
The First Scare.
Just as they stepped into the room
there was a blood-curdling shriek and
Warren's pistol leaped out as something
brushed his cheek and struck Rusty full
In the face. With a scream he sank
to the floor. The lantern crashed and
went out. There was another shriek
down the corridor—and then the awful
stillness, broken only by Rusty, grovel
ing at his master's feet and clinging
to hia knees.
"Oh, Lordy—Lordy—.Lordyi Marse
Warren! Marse Warren I”
The suddenness of the assault daunted
even Jarvis for a moment, but when
Husty felt him trembling it was with
mirth
"A broad-face bird!" the old darky
was moaning. "The debbll—hit were!”
"Get up. Rusty, and light the lan
tern. It was only an owl."
It was some few moments before Rus
ty felt sufficiently steadied to advance.
Jarvis swung the lantern about and took
in the .details of the lofty vaulted
room, lie decided that it must have
been a smaller guard room for the de
fense of the postern. The height of
the ceiling and the general vastness of
everything convinced him of the futility
of attempting to avoid ambush if that
were planned. He could only hold him
self in readiness to fire at the first hos
tile sound. He held his lantern In his
left hand and liis right was always
clinging to the lapel of his coat within
an inch or two of the pistol butt.
There was only one door leading out
of this room, excepting the one by which
they had entered. Prom the Princess'
description of the place he fancied that
it led into tho main hall.
Strange Sounds.
The thickness of the walls made each
door a little corridor of Itself, and he
adopted the early precaution with each
succeeding one. A great white table at
which a regiment might almost have
been seated, numerous chairs of various
ages, two great fireplaces and number
less trophies of arms on the walls were
the only furnishings. Here Rusty got
two shocks and Jarvis one. The old
darky was frightened by the appear
ance of a figure in armor until his
master pointed out half a score in the
corners of the great room.
Suddenly both heard the sound of
’muffled footsteps. as ‘f some one were
running on heavy cartel, an;? they
knew there was no carpet In at the
vast stone halls. Before they could at
tempt to locate the sound there came
two thuds, one light and one heavy, as
If of a blow and a fall and thsn a low
heart-chilling moan that seemed to come
not from one of ali the hails, but ail
of them.
Just before he came within the range of vision of the doorway he leaned forward and dashed his
coat against the lamp. At the same instant he whipped out his pistol, crouched and did a baseball
slide across the stone floor, on hip and shoulders, his eyes turned toward the door. There was
a flash and a roar and a man’s figure outlined against the moonlight and then almost as quickly as
the two shots had sounded in the hotel, the Kentuckian’s revolver spoke twice.
This woa immediately answered by a
moan that came unmistakably from
Rusty.
"I wanna go home! I wanfia go
home!"
”Sh—h! steady—steady. Rusty!” ex
claimed his master, in a low. tense,
but cheery voice. "Noises can’t hurt
you.”
They listened until the moan died
down to the ghost of a whisper and
then it swelled louder and louder until
It filled the hall again, finally dying
away. Rusty was on the floor again
by this time, but Jarvis urged him up
with tongue, toe and hand.
"You’ve got to get used to this, Rus
ty." ho told him grimly. "There are
owls and bats and rats all over this
place that make all sorts of queer
men, just like you and me, who are
helping out the other animals. As long
as they stick to making the kind of
noises that scared off these people down
there we haven’t anything to be afraid
of. Come on!”
They explored several smaller rooms
on the ground floor and pushed on up
the stairs until they came to what was
evidently the state banquet hall of the
ancient Seguraa. Besides a large table
there were several smaller ones and a
number of family portraits. A corridor,
larger and more ornate, also hur.g with
portraits, led into the armory. Another
led to the main gate of the castle. Here
also was a great fireplace with a broad
and magnificent mantel, but empty of ail
ornaments.
A few creepy sounds pursued them,
sounds, and, besides that, there are some footsteps occasionally, ajid once Rusty
began sniffing suspiciously. The knock
ing entirely ceased as they entered the
armory, but Jarvis was certain that it
had come from the banquet hall. In
the big corridor the smell that attracted
his attention was more pronounced, and
when they came to the three broad
steps that opened into the hall he ex
claimed triumphantly but low;
"There! They've been In thl* rooml
Do you smell that, Rusty?"
"Marse Warren," declared the old
darky, weakly, his eyes rolling wdth
fright and his body with fatigue. "I’se
so sealrt I cain’t smell nothin’."
"The room’s full of it. Someone’s
been carrying a smoky lantern.”
There was a heavy thud, apparently
in the wall to one side. Rusty Jumped.
"Good God’lmighty!” he moaned.
Wba’s dat?”
that the finql grapple wquld come soon.
And at the thought the hand crept
under the coat and gripped the pistol
until the finger nails ached, and he
yioistened his lips.
He was stopping to inspect the fire
place when, with a half gfirgle, half
yell of terror, Rusty backed into him.
The alarm and the shock of the colli
sion almost unnerved him. With an
•ath he threw up his left arm. crouch
ing to one knee as he wheeled about,
pevolver in hand.
"What’s the matter?” he snarled.
From the floor Rusty pointed toward
the dark corners of the corridor they
had just left. Standing at each side
was a figure in armor. Jarvis laughed,
but his voice quavered a little.
“Look—look at dem Mack things!"
moaned the old darky. "See ’em
standin’ there?”
"These are the same black things that
scared you before. Rusty," Jarvis patted
his shoulder and helped him up. •'Don’t
you remember?”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
EH OLD the wonderful Hindu by
whose mysterious power mes
sages are written by the dead.
Just take this pad, tear off a sheet, look
carefully on each side to make sure
nothing is written on it; write your ini
tials or some word by which to identify
it and the spirit of a friend in the land
| beyond will write you a message on the
very same paper. The weirdest thing
you have ever seen. Ah, you will try
it, and you and you and you."
You pay your money and then write
your Initials. The marker carefully
hands the paer to a brown-faced kneel
ing mqn—the Hindu—who places it in
a curiously marked tube, puts on the
cover, and seems to go into a convul
sion and trance combined. He smites
himself on the forehead, wildly waves
his hand In the air, then points it
straight at the tube, which he holds
high above him, while he murmurs:
"Buddha, O Buddha! Tu a gama seo!
Divine! Arro! Buddha reo diwia!”
Very Obvious.
Then he lifts the cover, takes out the
paper, hands it to the barker, w'ho
pases it to you. Sure enough your ini
tials are there and the long closely
written message telling nothing sur
rounds it. Really it is a shame, for the
wonderful "Hindu” to have wasted so
much effort and given such a clever
‘‘foreign’’ prayer. Why not tell his
dupes in the very beginning that the
blank paper had been written on long
| before they initialed it—lemon Juice be
ing used, which appeared invisible un
til the acids inside the tube brought it
out?
I have never bothered to try the fore
going myself; it is too obvious. But I
have studied into the more scientific
spirit or automatic writing, such as is
being used to fool thousands out of
their money; such experiments as many
intelligent people declare could not be
j done except by supernatural means. I
will show you how much they know
bout it.
One evening, a gentleman whom I did
not know' was brought to my home by a
friend. He wanted to see if I could get
several messages for him, and particu
larly an answer to a problem then both
ering him. I told him I ’rt'ould try. A
pad w’as placed before me. and I held a
pencil, over which I placed a large
napkin. While we were waiting for a
communication we talked on the day’s
baseball game, the latest play, a start
ling murder that had Just been holding
the public attention.
"Has anything happened?’’ asked the
gentleman.
"N. ,’’ said I. "Not that I know of,
but it is pozrible that V might have oc
curred without my being aware." So I
raised the napkin and we saw a lot of
scribbling.
"Well, that’s something," I said.
Oftentimes the spirit can not form the
leters. He is like a child, but he
gains power with experience. We will
try again." This is what we found:
"I am answering your question.”
"Don’t do it. You are on the wrong
path."
Much Obliged.
“Thank you," said the gentleman.
"That sets me at ease. I know my
father was troubled about a business
deal I was about to enter. If he had
said yes I would have gone ahead, but
now it is off. Thank you, and good
night.”
T wrote both the scrawl and mes
sage knowingly and with the purpose
of discovering whether the communica
tion, so manifestly fraudulent, would be
accepted as genuine. It was. And so
strations. The argument has been made
are thousands of ojhcr psychic demon-
that one might give messages like the
former, but where actual signatures and
totally opposite styles of writing have
appeared through the one medium In
penmanship different to his own, only
various spirits could have done them.
One night we were trying to get in
touch with the great poet, Walt Whit
man. I held the pencil, and suddenly
my hand seemed to be possessed, and
this is what happened:
Walt Whitman.
And there followed a poem which I
am going to publish some time. The
whole thing was in a handwriting
which, when compared with that of the
beloved free thinker, was identical, and
the thoughts were thoroughly In his
peculiar style! t
Very Easy.
Again, on still another occasion, while
I was surrounded by mystified friends,
an old maiden lady wrote as follows,
through my hand:
/ tcant to talk to my niece.
It was slowly indited and scarcely
similar to Walt Whitman’s, or the bold
businessllek lines of the father who
wrote his troubled son. And still more
wonderful than any of the previous
messages was one which hasn’t been
deciphered yet. and, which I have been
told. Is a sort of ancient Greek.
No one person could have done the
hundreds of different writings; no one
person could have so closely produced
know'n signatures of men like Washing
ton, Lincoln, Cleveland, Napoleon. Yet
I did them. It didn’t take much study
or practice to do them, either.
Now, the pencil and pen have not been
the only writing materials I have used.
Once I placed a paper in a typewriter
and, together with my investigators,
went out of the room, locked the door,
came back in a few minutes, and found
a message crudely typed on the page!
No one had been in the room. This Is
how it was done: The paper had al
ready been written on, but when I
showed it the people saw only the op
posite side, and when they were not
looking I slipped the right side up into
the machine. Just a bit of sleight of
hand: but you couldn’t change the opin
ion of those delvers into the mysteries
that this was surely a manifestation any
more than you could prove to them
black was white! And they won’t be
lieve it until they see this.
Do you want to know about the won
derful slate writing? Two ordinary
blank slates are shown you for exami
nation. Then a pencil is put between
them and a rubber band placed around
them. A scratching of writing is heard,
the medium removes the hand, and on
one of the slates is scribbled a myste
rious note, though no human hand came
near it. When I had occasion to per
form this psychic demonstration I care
fully wrote my message beforehand and
carefully covered the writing with a
piece of black cardboard. During the
"spirit writing” I had rubbed my finger
nail on the side of my chair, and when
I removed the band from the slates had
dexterously changed the cardboard from
over the writing to the other slate.
Why He Looked.
Bell—That man over there is star
ing straight at my nose.
Nell—Probably he’s a repprter.
Bell—And why should a reporter
stare at my nose?
Nell—They are supposed to keep
their eyes on everything that turn?
up, aren’t they?
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^TT TELL, what have you there!”
v\/ exclaimed Mrs. Morton, us
Marjory, all out of breath,
entered the room.
"Walt and wee,” mysteriously an
swered her daughter as she undid
the wrapping paper.
”A canary?” cried Mrs. Morton.
“What will you bring home next?
Where and how did you get this
bird ?”
‘‘Dorothy sent for me this morning
and said that, although she was all
ready to go to Atlantic City, she
couldn’t leave until she knew that her
bird would be cared for duriug the
summer. Her relatives absolutely re
fused to take tho poor thing and she
declared that If I was any kind of a
friend this was my opportunity to
prove it. So what could 1 do?”
“But, my dear, we never owned a
bird. We don’t understand anything
about their food, drink, bath or hab
its. And every one says a bird is a
dreadful care—they’re always cate i-
ing cold oi molting or something.”
"I know. I told Dorothy all that
and she gave me written instruc
tions, cautioning me to follow thfcm
implicitly.”
"Listen!” said Marjory, unfolding
a slip of paper. Bath Mondays and
Thursdays. Cage to be covi red at
8:30 each evening. Small lettuce leaf
Mondays and Wednesdays. Sliced
apple on Tuesdays. Fresh seed and
water daily. Cage cleaned daily, and
1,000 other directions.”
“It’s an Imposition!” declared Mrs.
Morton. "It’s not necessary for
Dorothy to promenade the board
walk at Atlantic City while we sit
at home and worry over her pet.”
After Morton had worked an hour
that evening adjusting a bracket for
the cage he said peevishly: “One does
impose on one’s friends abominably.
Here we have a rank outsider simply
thrust upon uus through uo fault of
our own. Some people have—well
what you might call nerve."
At 8 o’clock the next morning Mar
jory’s brother Bert came to break
fast with a scowling face.
"Where did that blooming bird hall
from?" he demanded. “Hd has kei/t
me awake since 5 o'clock with his
everlasting singing.”
Marjory's married sister soon ran
in with her pet kitten, as was her
custom. She was greeted with a
scream from Marjory. "Mildred,
don’t you dare step Into this house
with that cat! Can't you see Dor
othy’s bird? Please, please go homa
—quick!”
"Very well," answered Mildred in
icy tones. "If you care more for
Dorothy's silly bird than for me and
my darling Mopsy, we shall not
trouble you any more wdth our un
welcome presence.” Then the irate
sister marched out of the room.
"I wish 1 had never seen that hor
rid bird or Dorothy, either!" lament
ed Marjory.
After two months’ absence Doro
thy returned and claimed her canary.
The first evening after the bird’s de
parture Marjory noticed that both
her father and her mother kept gaz
ing at the empty bracket where the
bird had swung and sung.
Presently Bert exclaimed, "It beats
all how empty this house seems with
out that bird.”
Marjory wiped away a tear. "I've
had the blues all day.” she said. “I’ve
missed Dickie so. If Dorothy had
been the least bit appreciative she
would have let me Keep him a few
weeks longer, anyway.”
The next morning Morton on hi;
way to his office stopped at a bird
store and purchased a canary.
Mrs. Morton, before keeping her
appointment at the dressmaker's,
went to a bird dealer’s and purchased
a canary.
Bert, recollecting the empty brack
et. on his return from business
dropped in at a department store and
purchased a canary.
Marjory, by this time firmly be
lieving that no family is complete
without a bird, took her savings and
purchased a canary.
That evening every member of the
family entered the dining room car
rying a “bird cage. Then they all be
held a canary in a cage that was
hanging on a bracket. There was a
card attached to the hook. On it
Dorothy had written: "I hope this
bird will partly take the place of the
one you so lovingly cared for.”
“Let’s keep them all!” exclaimed
Marjory*
“All but one,” amended Mrs. Mor
ton. “Mildred confided in me this
morning that she has given Mopsy
away, as she thinks she would rather
have a bird than a kitten for a pet.”
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F. II. G^YIIVES, D. H. LL. D.
While on the Pacific
Coa*t read the
San Francisco Examiier