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:: The Amateur Gardener ::
A Complete Short Story
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>HERE’S not much need for a
vaterlng can, any way, Just
now, 1s there?”
Corporal John Smith straightened his
t^ack and looked at his questioner.
"You've only Just moved In, haven’t
you?" he asked irrelevantly. "Your
front lawn has been neglected for some
time.”
"Yes, 1 only came the other day. My
name’s Paley—Richard Paley. 1 have
heard you spoken of already as Mr
Smith—Police Corporal Smith. I think
Several people told me about your skill
as a gardener, and I have had a peep
or two on the sly. They told me the
truth, any way. But It Is the grass that
takes my eye so much. I've never seen
a plot look so smooth and green so
velvety, I might say."
"Oh, I’m proud of that grass it's
really very simple when you get a start.
It takes time, of course; but careful
sowing and plenty of rolling will work
wonders if you have anything like a
decent bit of ground to begin with.”
"I must have a lesson or two.” said
Paley, smiling. "It would Just suit me
to have a bit of green like that In front
of the window.’*
“I’m sure I shall be pleased to help
you," said Corporal Smith.
"I’ll make a start to-morrow, then.
May I borrow your mower and roller for
a day or two?”
"Certainly.”
For the next few days Mr. Paley paid
great attention to his garden.
"I don't see much difference in my
lawn yet,” he said, after about a week
had passed. "Do you think the roller Is
heavy enough for my lawn?”
"Don’t make a mistake and have the
roller too heavy,” said Smith “I do
sometimes put a brick or two Inside for
a bit of extra weight, but you certainly
could do with it a bit heavier. Don’t
be in too big a hurry to get It done.”
More Suggestions.
"I’ll tell what I’ll do. If you don’t
mind,” said Mr. Paley. 'Til have the
ends of your roller boarded up, with a
hole left so that I can put In a quan
tity of sand."
"Well. I don't mind. It would perhaps
be a better and more convenient way of
getting what you want."
’ "Thanks! I’ll have It done, then,”
said Paley. turning away.
A day or two later he called his
neighbor’s attention to the roller in its
new- form, and the latter walked round
into the next garden.
”1 see you’ve got an evening paper.
What's the latest score?"
"There’s a paragraph that will inter
est you professionally,’’ said Paley, re
ferring once more to the paper.
"What's that?” inquired Smith.
"You remember that big robbery a
week or two since?”
"Yes. They got away with about
$4,000 worth of stuff, 1 remember."
"More than that, I should think. The
paper says that the police havfe got
Home slight clew, which they are follow
ing up.”
"1 should like to get my fingers on
some of that stolen property,” said
Corporal Smith.
^ "In cases like this, it seems to me,”
said Paley, "that the police are often
outwitted In quite a simple manner.
The safest method to hide such stuff
as this would be to put It Just under
their noses. They get so full of fan
tastic theories, and look so far away,
that they will miss what Is Just within
reach of their fingers if they did but
know it.
A Dollar Bet.
“Perhaps you may be right to some
extent," said Smith. "You know, of
course, that the information supplied to
the papers Is not all that the police
have, ami sometimes it is even pub
lished as a blind."
"Yes, that is so, certainly; but I still
think that the police miss frequently
what is quite close to them."
"Well,” said Smith, "I must stick up
for my own side. We’ll take this as a
test case If you like, and see what comes
of it.”
"All right," returned Paley. "I'm
agreeable. As a bit of sport, we’ll put
a dollar on it, shall we? Besides, It
will be of interest to us locally, as the
report states that a suspected man has
been traced Into this district. So you
may have a bit of luck after all. Who
knows?”
"I should be very glad to And If
the man Is down here 1 may even have
a chance. I’ll see what the paper has
to say, though I expect to hear some-
| thing officially.”
| "Well, good-night," said Mr Paley.
The clicking of the latch on the gate
made both men look In that direction.
"Ah!” murmured Smith. ' This Is De
tective Smart, who has charge of the
very case we have been discussing. I
shall he hearing something reliable
now.”
He noticed, with surprise, the start
that Paley gave on hearing the name;
but it was nothing to his astonishment
when the detective walked directly up
to Paley, placed his hand on hhn and
arrested him in the strictly formal man
ner under the name of Robert Pearout.
"Why, sergeant," he gasped, "this Is
Mr. Richard Paley.”
"He may have given you that name,
hut I know him as Robert Pearout,”
replied the detective.
Smith stared at the prisoner.
“It’s quite true that is my real name,”
said the latter dejectedly, “and I have
deceived you. It may look black against
me, going under a false name; but
have a good excuse for that. I know
they can't prove anything against me,
and I’m sure to be at liberty again
soon.”
The house he had occupied was
thoroughly searched, but nothing of im
portance was found. There was Htrong
circumstantial evidence that he was In
some way mixed up in the affair, even
*f he were not 1he moving spirit. All
he efforts of the police to bring it home
to him were futile, and he was at
length released.
He greeted Smith at the earliest op
portunity.
“Just what I told you!” he said.
“Your men. with their far-fetched the
ories, made a wild grasp at me, but were
wrong again. I did get into trouble
once, but have gone straight since.
I am a marked man though now, and
I shall soon he going.”
The next morning he had disappeared,
nor was any trace of him afterward
discovered.
A Find.
Smith was prevented by the bad
weather from pursuing his hobby. When
^t last the sun shone he found that the
absconding Mr. Paley had not returned
his gardening implements, and he had
to fetch them himself.
The relief he found much too heavy
for his purpose and he proceeded to
empty it.
At length the running of the sand was
Interrupted by something Inside.
Poking this out with a stick, he was
astonished to find wrapped In a piece of
newspaper a small Jewel case, which he
at once recognized as part of the stolen
property.
j With eager fingers he opened his
prize; hut his hopes were immediately
! dashed to the ground when he found the
sole contents was a slip of paper ad
dressed to himself.
I “Dear Mr. Smith,’’ It ran, “many
thanks for your roller, of which I made
good use. The police do miss things
close under their noses and within reach
of their fingers. Had you emptied the
roller sooner your luck would have been
better. You owe me a dolar. Please
get some one to cut and roll the grass.
I should not he contented if I thought
that all my epergv In that direction had
been wasted. Gratefully yours.
' ROBERT PEAROUT,
“Allas
"RICHARD PALEY."
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By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
Rusty cautiously approached with the lighted lantern. War
ren took it in his left hand and held out his right.
“Take a good grip, Rusty. Can you hold me?”
“Yes, sah!” Rusty crouched back and set himself.
Jarvis cautiously stepped out with his left foot. A four-foot
strip of the floor sank under the light weight and the other end
nearest the wall rose. If he had been walking at an ordinary gait
nothing could have saved him. The speed of his rush and his
remarkable agility carried forward far enough for the weight of
his upper body to strike the rising end of the trap and thus shut
it again.
: A Girl’s Room :
By MRS. FRANK LEARNED
Author of 44 The Etiquette of Ne*w York To-day"
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fk GIRL’S character and Individ-
uality are very clearly shown
by the condition and contents
of her own bedroom. If she is neat
and orderly, careful of her belong
ings. or careless, wasteful, destruc
tive or extravagant, these traits are
distinctly emphasized in her room.
Tastes which are refined and culti
vated, or tastes which are trivial and
mean, are reflected there. Her sur
roundings show her culture, or the
need of it.
The habit of keeping her room,
desk and clothes in order, having a
place for everything, and everything
in its place, is an immense help to
ward training in method, accuracy
and thoroughness. A girl may well
practice these simple but necessary
rules of orderliness. They will be an
aid toward character building and an
aid toward the making of a wider
sphere of influence. It is generally
acknowledged that those who are
negligent of order are untrustworthy
and incapable, fretful and unhappy.
A girl’s room may be a place to
help to mold her character to the
ideal girl she wishes to be. “I used
to be very spasmodic about keeping
my room in order," said a girl. "I
waited until it was in frightful dis
order; then I rearranged everything.
Hut my experience is that the habit
of putting my things in order, and
the harder task of keeping them so.
is a tremendous help in managing
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little external things, it is easier to
sort out good thoughts from hurtful,
wasteful thoughts, and keep charac
ter in order."
If a girl loves hooks and pictures
a few of them, at least, will be in her
room. She knows that a well-fur
nished mind is like a well-appointed
room, and that by forming a habit
of reading and arranging time for
the companionship of a good book
in the day's work, she will not only
increase her intellectual work and
the facility with which she learns,
but w ill make her an interesting wo
man. The girl who has a bright,
wideawake mind uses her talents and
never ceases to be receptive. Her
books are not the passing, ephemeral
novels of the day. She does not spoil
her taste by reading too much trash
but she gets the right start, learns
to choose the books worth reading,
and she cultivates reading, not as
a task, but for the great enjoyment
i. gives. And so a girl has her book
shelf, where she accumulates grad
ually her collection of books. On the
walls she has a few good pictures.
These may be neatly-framed prints,
or photographs of famous pictures
of the world. They are within the
! means of most girls, and those who
love beauty and culture will not fail
to Wave them.
It' possible, each girl in a family
I should have her own room, where
she may have opportunities lor being
alone, and for cultivating her own re
sources; where she may read, study,
paint or sew. In this way she is
helped to depend on her individual in
terests rather than on the excitement
of constant companionship. If a girl's
room is merely a transient spot to
sleep and dress in. and not a place
to read and think in, she can not un
derstand the pleasure of a room of
her own. Facilities for solitude are
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"They’re trying to scare us. Rusty,”
he cried, battling with a sudden panic
that came upon him with an overwhelm
ing rush. "They’re trying to scare us—
they’re probably watching every move*
we make! That’s where that pounding
comes from—d—n ’em! Why don’t they
shoot? They're trying to scare us—like
they did the poor boob down In the vil
lage!”
He set his teeth hard and stood still
until his manhood conquered. The run
ning continued as before but there was
no nervous strain In his voice now as
he drove Rusty back to the fireplace,
where the wall and floor looked solid.
"They want to get us out of this
room—they want to get us out of here.
Rusty, some one was working in this
room! Now, where was he working?
Where was he——”
“Marse Warren, look heah!’’
Rusty, with great terror, had had a
greater eye for details. His big black [
hand darted out along the mantelpiece
and came back with a small mallet and j
chisel. Warren took them eagerly. He i
knew—he was certain the mantel was |
empty less than half an hour before.
"Good boy. Rusty!” he exclaimed, as
he returned them. "Now I'll tell you
something—these are his tools. Rome
one was working in this room and we
have beaten him to it. Now, where was
he working?"
He looked about him carefully.
The Portrait.
"Mortar on the floor—mortar on the
mantel—look at that!”
A crevice between two of the big
stones above the fireplace showed where
the night worker had been busy.
‘‘That's where he was working,
Rusty! And we’ve beat him to it!
We’ve heat ”
He stopped abruptly as if a voice had
Interrupted him. Both stood perfectly
still for several seconds and then simul-
meously they turned and stared at I
the picture of the old grandee. Each
was unconscious that the other had
made the same movement until Rusty
looked at his master.
"Did you feel it, too, Marse Warren?”
he asked In a hushed voice.
Warren did not reply. His eyes were
shining like stars. He slowly raised
the pistol to cover the ancient don, and
then with slow, cautious steps he
walked up to him.
Rusty watched in shivering silence.
The swinging lantern and the fire-light
threw long, grotesque, leaping shadows
about the recesses of the dim and
musty hall. Somewhere In the groined
roof bats were squeaking and in the
eerie hush even those fine notes were
aydible. Occasionally a faint sound
from the walls or beneath the floor told
of the presence of the dread night-
walkers of the old castle. Rusty drew
farther back into the glare of the fire
and kept his round, terrified eyes on
his master. \
Jarvis advanced noiselessly until he
was within easy arm’s reach of the
portrait. He held up his lantern and
scrutinized its surface. Apparently the
canvas was without a break. The old
grandee held his marshal’s baton on
is hip and glared haughtily over the
head of the irreverent child of the
young i>eople.
The ghost breaker had read of the
habits of old pictures in feudal castles
and he gave the frame particular atten
tion. Seemingly It was set into the
wall and had not been disturbed for a
hundred years. He rapped the fierce
old captain about the midriff with his
knuckles. There was the usual wood
backing of the canvas, but the sound
was not hollow.
Warren backed away, still staring,
and wiped his forehead with his hand
kerchief.
“By God, that’s weird!” he muttered,
in an uncertain voice. “You could feel
that just as plain!”
He backed into the low pedestal of one
of the steel-clad warriors at the side
of the stairs and sat dow n, still staring
at the picture.
"By God, that’s weird!" he repeated,
again and again. Rusty, owl-eyed,
gazed also.
"It sure is, Marse Warren; it sure is.
It—”
Rusty turned his eyes to his master
to offer an explanation and nearly
dropped, speechless and dead. The fig
ure in armor had turned halfway round
on Its pedestal and had raised the old
two-handed Thirteenth Century sword
on which It had been leaning to deal a
blow on the young man’s head that
would have split him to the waist.
Ghost or ghost breaker never achieved
the equal of the yell that burst from
Rusty’s mighty lungs. The very power
and suddenness of It caused Jarvis to
leap a half dozen feet forward into the
room, and even as he Jumped he realized
that the danger was real and must be
from his rear, and he wheeled, with re
volver poised and cocked, as the sword
blade came down on the stone with a
ringing crash.
At the same Instant Jarvis fired full
Into the steel cuirass. The next—and
the man in armor sprang down the
steps, raising his weapon for another
blow. Again Jarvis fired and leaped to
one side as the sword came down. So
close was it that the flat of the blade
brushed his coat sleeve. But, worse
than this, he knew in a flash that the
armored murderer was proof against
soft-nosed bullets.
Weighted by his armor, the swords
man wjieelgd slowly in pursuit. Jarvis
was practically cornered between the
great table and his adversary. Rusty
was in the enemy’s rear, but he had
crumbled to the floor, less than half
conscious.
Jarvis dropped his useless revolver
and picked up a chair, which was the
nearest thing at hand. He swung it
up in front of him just as the third
blow descended. The chair was split,
hut chairs were made to stand rough
treatment in the day it was con
structed, and the brass-bound joints
hung together and entangled the sword
blade.
Instantly Jarvis recognized his one
chance—to rush his foeman 90 rapidly
to the rear that he would be forced to
surrender his *sword or fall over back
ward, pulled down by the welghi of
steel. lie put his back into a mighty
shove and lurched forward, as he had
k done at school when he was always
good for two yards against the best line
men in thp American colleges. The
ghostly knight clattered backward, try
ing to wrench free his weapon, while
Jarvis thrust the battered chair at his
head and gave him no purchase for a
strong wrench at the sw’ord.
Suddenly Jarvis felt himself going
forward on to his face and regained
his balance by a mighty effort. The
resistance was gone. He swung up the
chair for a blow and—nearly stepped
Into the closing trapdoor.
There was a faint splash and—si
lence.
Warren darted back to the table and
picked up his revol^r. He leaned there
for a few moment.-# weak and panting.
It had all been so sudden, so unexpect
ed and was over so quickly that hut
for the empty pedestal and the sword
on the floor by the trap he would hard
ly have been able to believe it had hap
pened at all.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
A MOTHER assigned a trivia,
household task to her daugh
ter, and the girl rebelled. She
preferred to loll In a chair and reaA
the latest Action.
T detest housework,” she snapped;
“I despise that word ‘Duty’ you talk
so much about; I hate being ordered
around in this way. I will be glad
when I am married and can do as I
please.”
And when the noble Bird of Free
dom heard her make this speech, it
hung its head on its breast, and
drooped its tail feathers in shame.
It Knew that no freedom comes
with matrimony, but that freedom
ends at its portals. It knew' that the
day was coming when the same girl
would look back with a sigh at the
liberty she enjoyed as a girl, and of
which she now showed so little ap
preciation.
*The mother also knew it, and her
reply to her daughter’s speech was a
sigh. How many times a mother’s
answer is a sigh only the good Lord
knows. It is an expression of pain
that goes unheeded on earth, but that
is recorded against the one w'ho
evoked it in Heaven.
Extravagances.
Though the amount is usually lim
ited, there are few girls these days
who do jiot have spending money
with which to do as they please. Ob
sessed by the passion of possession
they buy flowers, ribbons, hats,
gloves, little necessities and more fol
lies*, few of which outlast their brief
season. There Is no one to object; no
one to question; no one to scold when
the bills come in. The girl w'ho wants
a pretty flower buys it without the
nagging consciousness tiiat It would
be better to spend the money for po
tatoes. She is free, with her little or
much, to do as she pleases*.
The majority of girls are engaged
in some sort of lucrative employment,
and all their time is not their own,
but the hour comes at last when the
typewritei is closed, the loom is quiet,
the sewing machine covered, and the
books put back on their shelves. Often
the day is too long, and the labor too
arduous for the pay received, but it
always ends at last and for a time the
girl is free.
She has a few hours of sweet lib
erty w'hen she may go for a ride, a
swim, or to dance, or to lie undis
turbed in a corner and rest. Her life,
for a brief period, is all her own, with
to-day's work ended and no intrusion
of the duties of to-morrow.
But w’hen asked to do a little house
hold task for which s«he lacks Inclina
tion, she says irritably, ”1 will be glad
when I am married and can do as 1
please!”
The noble Bird of Freedom, my
dear girls, is never an emblem of
wifehood. That little gold band tb«n.
is put on a girl’s Anger at the altar is
a link in a chain which, in the great
majority of cases, is as binding as
that worn by a slave.
The married woman who has as
much freedom as a girl is a creature
existing only in fairy tale and imagi
nation. Her time, her money, her
thoughts, her soul and body are no
longer her own. Free as a girl to
serve herself, she condemns heraell
to life in the servitude of others
when she marries.
She formerly purchased for one,
and bought as she pleased. She now
buys for two, often with less money
to buy with, and must account tor
all she spends. In the same way
that a dollar is not her own, neither
may an hour be called hers to do
with as she likes. If you doubt this,
my dear girl, look at your mother.
What She Does.
How often does she say, ‘1 want
this for myself?” Do you ever hear
her express the intention of going
where SHE pleases? How many
times in your whole life have you
seen her at her ease without house
hold task in her hands? When she
takes a seat isn’t it that she may
hold the baby?
Marry, hy all means, and may you
marry well and happily. But don't
enter that state believing that you
will be as free as a bird once you
are a wife.
Go into it knowing the sacrifices
you must make. Go Into it knowing
that nothing is purchased in this
world without its price, and the price
of love is the ending of all the pre
cious freedom of girlhood.
Perhaps this knowledge may make
you better appreciate the liberty you
enjoy to-day, and give you an un
derstanding of matrimony that will
rob you of all discontent and envy
if your days of girlhood are indefi
nitely prolonged.
Perhaps, also—and this is my
greatest hope—it may make you more
tender and helpful with the burdens
of the one in whose chain of slavery
you are unconsciously a link—youf
mother.
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for use; in 15 minutes it has dried your hair perfectly. All
the electricity goes into heating the comb; no electricity
comes in contact with the user. The comb is never hot enough
to injure the hair. The Parisian Electric Comb Hair Drier is
11 inches long, with a 6-foot cord. It is of aluminum and is
highly polished. It can be attached to any 100 to 125 volt
electric light socket, either direct or alternating current.
10- Day Send for the Parisian
Trial Electric Comb and
Drier to-day. Use it
10 days. If not altogethe/satjsfactory
return it and your money will be re
turned. Be lure to Hnd coupon
with order. No orders can be filled
without coupon.
COUPON'
This coupon and S1.S6 snOtlM —.
to on, q. K Electric ToMtw or CHS
Parisian Electric Comb and Drier .a 10
days trial.
Western Merchandise A Supply Co..
| cago ; Ill.
Special This Comb has never
Price been offered at less
$3.00. By a special
arrangement with the manu
facturer, we are enabled to
offer it at the special price
of $1.95, postpaid, with each
Comb goes this unconditional
guarantee — If, within 3 years,
it proves defective, we will re
place it with a new Comb.
WESTERN MERCHANDISE & SUPPLY
326 West Madison Street, Chicago, Illinois.
CO.