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4 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 (Copyright. 1 f* 13. by Star Co.) 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 (Copyright, ISIS, International Xews lService.) 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? CASTOR l A For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought 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 SWE TEST HI G IN THE WORLD is a baby, yet how many women v a e denied this blessing because of < some physical aliment which may 5 be curable. It has been said that c i hundreds of children owe their >| existence to Lydia E. Pinkham's 11 Vegetable Compound which we ) believe has brought health and jl happiness to more women in this , , ir land of ours than any otliei ( heart-chilling medy. 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.” INDIGESTION? lament- Stop it quickly; Have your grocer send you one doz. bottles of SHIVA. R GINGER ALE Dritik with meals, and if not prompt ly relieved, get your money back at our expense. Wholesome. deli cious. refreshing. Prepared with the celebrated Shlvar j Mineral Water and ' v ' me purest flavoring materials. SHIVAR SPRING, Manufacturers SHELTON. S. C. E. L. ADAMS CO.. Distributors Atlanta. While on the Pacific Coaht read the San Francisco Examiner 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.