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Little Bobbie s
By WILLIAM F KIRK
I * THINK Bobble ought not to take up
Latin next Fall. sed Ma. It
• hard for him. I doant nee an>
In him hrnlng a ded langwldge
You doant understand, sed Pa The .
teach era at the akool known beat what
Bobi.i. -i id law* up Tii.-iv h«v« dp»- The Most Exciting Serial
voted thare whole life to reerlng the
minds of the yung. Let him talk Latin
If the teecher thinks he shud.
But the teecher doesn't say he must
take Latin »ed Ma The class has the
By J. W. McCONAUGHY
nicer for him to lern sum nice, homelike
langwldge like German, so It will 1**
useful to him in his every-day life.
The Confessions of a Medium
Being an Expose of Fakery in Spiritualism,
Clairvoyance, Palmistry, Etc.
Charles D. Isaacson
By
IN DEADLY PERIL
of the Year.
SERIALIZED
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TO-1)AV ’S INSTALLM KNT.
There la lots of Germans in this town,
sed Ma. & If he ahud happen to git a
job clerking In a bank or a atoar. hi'*
Girmaif wud help him moar than a ded
langwldge like T-atin I doant know
anything about the Latin. s«*d Ma 1
doant that
k thare
Ir a
ny of them alive.
It alw. v ■
- amuses
m«
• to hear a woman
talk A t ’•
A npt «
lay
anything, sed Pa
You doa
understti
ind.
I^itin Ir a grate
langw Id;
for any
hoy
to lern. Tt gives
him h insite »nto
> ti
ne English lari*
w id sre wU
i is blit
up
largely on 1 at tin
That is w
1 y I hav
e at
irh a fine flow of
langwidg*
Pa aed,
a
flow of langwldge
that I gu
* rh you
often wish you bad
wen I c "i
ri hoam
la i t
, lie Red to Ma
How m
ich 1 411
in
did you Ht.iddy,
asked
I am i
ister at
it.
Red Pa l studied
it all t)
'our yea
rs :
1 was in the high
skool. 1
uddiod
Cic
ero'R Invashun of
Gaul A
v Julius
• .
ip^ar depfied Gati
line in il
Senate
of
Rome. How well
I reemen
•r tVem
rin
ging word* of 1i1h.
Pa sed, when h*
pb i
jilted at Catiline
“Pax voVrdum. et
vomica' A then
l.atin. Pa sed
c\id set here all da
coin ypiritu too, nux
you auk me about
by pe sed to Ma. I
A talk Latin to you
if you wud understand any of It. but
wen I am In ore of my deep moods
you doaflt even understand my fine
English
You are a perfect; wonder, arent you?
sed Ma. Now let me tell you sumthlng,
A 1 am going to correck you rite in
front of little Bobble, beekaus I think
It wud teech you a lesson You are
all mixed up in vure Latin It was Ju
lius Oae«ar which Invaded Gaul. A It
was Cicero which denounced Catiline in
the Homan Senate Am I rite Bobble?
You are rite. I loald Ma 1 wasent
thure. but 1 held the teecher sav ao.
The teecher dident say so. or If the
techer did sa> so the teecher Is a fool,
aed Pa Why. I surely ought to know
what l am talking about. I can see
the lines in the text hooka now. ware
Cicero tells about his first trip to Gaul.
He sed “Omnia Gaul Is trespassing [jar-
ties such as E Plurlbus I’num A ora
p-o pob'sky " Doant tell me that I am
rusty on my Latin, sed Pa. I know- it as
wed a* 1 know my own son. I reemem-
ber how one of the Gauls dident like
Cicero & he sed "Cicero,” says
1 Cicero, why do you cum here & lay
v. aste our lands and deestro.v our
hoams," & Cicero sed to Gaul "Gaulia.
re mortuls nil nisi bonum. which means
in English. “Well. Gaul. I like yure
gull!"
Doant anser your father. Robbie, sed
Ma. T1 is has been a vary hot day
down town, A I am afrade the beet
In spite of the heat of his gallop and
the excitement of his 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
Rust), he was frankly scared until his
black skin was the rkh color of cafe
HU Ifllt.
"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
i»e fumbled with the catch of his lan
tern and struck a match. He had taken
care to draw his servitor into an em
brasure where the gate guard stood in
ancient times. They were thus out of
he line of fire from the far angle of
• he short corridor.
“I'm not stuck on it myself. Rusty.’’
e chuckled, as his first feeling of de
pression passed. "But we've 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.
"I reckon dasso." tie 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 ofT enough lead to break
the back 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 tlie stone floor made Rusty start ami
shiver The voung man spun the cyl
inder to he sure that all was in working
order and slipped the weapon hack into
the holster.
j “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
I in the corridor there as high as you can.
If they figure on nailing us quick, here
is their best 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 j
shove his head, gave a perfectly clear
view. He saw that the passageway
ended in a large room with a fireplace
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
1 through the lower apartments Jarvis
Jarvis swung the lantern about. |
"We've been in this room before," he j
said. He was used to the noises and
had long since ceased to heed them
openly, but their constant and unex
pected recurrence was surely getting on
his nerves.
"Is dls 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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Just before ne came witmn tne 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.
A Study in Parents
By PERCY SHAW
XX7 flut
Was like
so solemn.
“ Twa? father thi*». and father that . ”
In whispers column after column;
We had to go tiptoeing out
“You must not sing.” said mother
sadly.
“Step softly when you move about
“Or you’ll annoy poor father
badly."
has went to his deer hed Go A git opposite the entrance. After u careful
rum cracked Ice, Bobbie. & I will bring ' scrutiny he decided that there was no
him around all rite. danger ami they advanced. Rusty In the
Then we put cracked Ice on Pa's hed rear and still holding the light high,
and he went to sleep 1 guess I will j Thus while they were a fair mark,
talk German inated of l<atin Warren was not blinded by the gl.’ty of
— his 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
HEN father had the grip, our j Warren's pistol leaped out as something i
brushed his cheek and struck Rusty full I
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 his knees.
“Oh, Lordy—Lordy—Lordy! Marse
Warren: Marse Warren!”
The suddenness of the assault daunted
even Jarvis for a moment, but when
Rusty felt him trembling it was with
mirth.
“A broad-face bird!” the old darky
was moaning. ‘‘The dabbil—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. He 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 his 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. From tlie Princess’
I uescnpiion of the place he fancied that
it led into the main hall.
Strange Sounds.
The thickness of th<
door a little corridor
adopted the early pre
succeeding one. A gr
This was immediately answered by a
moan that came unmistakably from
Rusty.
"I wanna go home! I wanna 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
vlth tongue, toe and hand.
“You've got to get used to this. Rus
ty.” he told Jiim grimly. “There are
owls and bats and rats all over this
place that make all sorts of queer
sounds, and, besides that, there arc some
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!”
The)' 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 Seguras. Resides a large table
there were several smaller ones and a
number of family portraits. A corridor,
larger and more ornate, also hung with
portraits, led into the armory. Another
led to the main gate of the castle. Here
aleo was j. great fireplace with a broad
an«l magnificent mantel, but empty of all
ornaments.
A few creepy sounds pursued them,
footsteps occasionally, and 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 this room!
Do you smell that, Rusty?”
“Marse Warren." declared the old
darky, weakly, his eyes rolling with
fright and his body with fatigue. “I’se
so scalrt I caln't smell nothin'.”
"The room’s full of It. Someone’s
been carrying a smoky lantern.”
There was a heavy thud, apparently
in the w’all to one side. Rusty jumped.
“Good God'lmighty!” he moaned.
Wha’s dat?”
that the final grapple would come soon.
And at the thought the hand crept
under the coat and gripped the pistol
until the finger nails ached, and he
moistened his lips.
He was stopping to inspect ,the fire
place w’hen. with a half gurgle, 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,
revolver in hand. , __ , v j
"What’s the matter?" he snarled. -WIUCil Obllg'Gu..
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,
^ T'w EHOLD the wonderful Hindu by
[“N whose mysterious power men-
' 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 man—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 dlwia!”
Very Obvious.
Then he lifts the cover, takes out the
paper, hands it to the barker, who
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 efTort 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
i Intelligent people declare could not be
! done except by supernatural means I
will show you how much they know
about it.
One evening, a gentleman whom I did
i 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 would try A
pad was placed before me. and I held a
j 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
ihe public attention.
“Has anything happened?” asked the
gentleman.
“No,” said I. “Not that I know of,
but It is possible that it 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.”
but his voice quavered a little.
“Look—look at dem black things!”
moaned the old darky. “See ’em
standin’ there?”
“These are the same black things that
soared you before. Rusty," Jarvis patted
his shoulder and helped him up. "Don’t
you remember?”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
"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.”
I 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 other psychic demon- Si£Xl*tur0 Of
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 1n
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 t
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!
Very Easy.
Again, on still another occasion, while
I was surrounded by mystified friends,
an old maiden lady wrote as follows,
through my hand:
7 want to talk to my niece.
It was slowly Indited and scarcely
similar to Walt Whitman’s, or the bold
buslnessllek lines of the father who
wrote his troubled son. And still more
wonderful than any of the previous
messages w r as 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
known 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 1s heard,
the medium removes the hand, and oq
one of the slates Is scribbled a myste
rious note, though no human hand came
near it. When 1 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 reporter.
Bell—And why should a reporter
stare at my nose?
Nell—They are supposed to keep
their eyes on everything that turns
up, aren’t they?
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Bears the
Winning a Welcome
went to bed, Marie
pray good health fur
And when we
Told us t
mother.
Because if she got ill, you see.
We'd have hard work to find an
other.
1 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.
W’hen mother had the grip, our flat
Was like a - farmhouse in vacation.
No one **tid: "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 us;
We batted tennis balls about.
And shouted w hen the fancy seized j description of th
us.
And then at bed-time, father came.
And played he was a lion roar
ing.
And yet- it's just my* point of view.
Hi.*', too. I guess— I mean my
brother—
That living i» a lot more blue
When anything goes wrong with
mother
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Y TELL, what have you then !’*
\\I exclaimed Mrs. Morton, is
Marjory, all out of breath,
entered the room.
"Wait and see." 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 during the
summer. Her relatives absolutely re
fused to take the poor thing and she
declared that if I was any kind of a
friend this was my opportunity t<-
prove It So what could I do?’*
"But, my dear, we never owned a
bird. We don’t understand anything
about their food, drink, |mth or hab
its. And every one .*aW a bird la s.
dreadful care—they’rS always cate i-
ing cold or molting or something."
"1 know. 1 told Dorothy all that
and she gave me written instruc
tions. cautioning me to follow them
implicitly."
"Listen!” said Marjory, unfolding
a slip of paper. Hath Mondays and
Thursdays. Cage to be covered at
8:30 each evening. Small lettuce leaf
Mondays and Wednt *days Sliced
n Tuesdays. Fresh seed and
walls made each
of Itself, and he
aution with each
at white lable at
which u regiment might aJjnoat have
been seated, numerous chairs of various
ages, two great fireplaces and number
less trophies of arms on the walls were
I the only furnishings. Here Rusty got
■ ; two shocks and Jarvis one. • The old
darky v.us frightened by the appear-.
< anee of a figure In armor until his \ apple
?■ master pointed out half a score in the! water daily. Cage cleaned daily, and
> corners of the great room | 1,000 other directions."
Suddenly bGth heard the sound of ‘U's an imposition!
muffled footsteps, as if some one were Morton It s
running on heavy carpet, and they
knew there was no carpet In all tho
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 then a low
that seemed tc come
not from one of all the halls, but ail
1 of them.
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 hail
from?” he demanded. "He has kept
me awake since 5 o'clock with his
everlasting singing."
Marjory's married sister soon ran
Ih 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 cal! 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 with our un
welcome presence." Then the irate
sister marched out of the room.
"I wish I had never seen that h
rid bird or Dorothy, either
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 Dickife s«*. If Dorothy had
been the least bit appreciative she
would have let me keep him a few
weeks longer, anyway." *
The m xt morning M«*rton on hi.
way to his ottico stooped at a bird
store and purchased a canary.
Mrc Morton, before keep i 4 hei
appointment at the dressmakers,
went to a bird dealer's and purchased
a • a nary.
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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AGNES SCOTT COLLEGE
Decatur ( FROM ATLANTA ) Georgia.
UTTERS PHILOSOPHY -SCIENCE-HOME ECONOMICS
B. A. Graduates, from this college, ? r e ad
mitted, without examination, as candidates
for the M. A. degree in the leading univer
sities of the North and East.
No Preparatory Department
Dormitory Capacity Limited to 300
For Catalog and Bulletin of Views, address the President,
F. H. GAIISTES, IX IX LL. D.