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Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F. KIRK. M ISTER and Missus Riley was up j l to our house last nlte, and thay i had ihare Uttel son Tommie with them He was the freshest kid that I ewer seen, and If I dldent know so much moar about boxing than he knows, I wud have took him out in the yard & handed him a Tew hot wallops. & beesides, I felt kind of sorry for Mm beekaus his Pa * Ma kind of spoiled him. All that his Ma sed to | him wen he spoak out of his turn was Now, Tommie, that isent nice I doant think we will move back to J the city till skool beegins aggenn, sed Pa to the Rileys. We like it out here in the country A beesides, I want Bob bie to stay here as long as posalbei. A boy is always better off in the coun try than he is in the city. Oh, mercy, sed Missus Riley, how can you say that? Why. Just think of the advantages that a boy has wen he is getting a city bringing up. He Learns Things. My husband doesn't think so, sed Ma You see, he was born & brought up ) in a small town, & he says that a boy bom & brought up in a small town has more all around training He can learn to swim & hunt & fish A row a boat St hitch up a horse & a lot of other J things that maiks a man out of him wen he grows up. But a boy in the city can get such perfect manners, sed Missus Riley Tommie has learned all he knows about manners by associating with nice little boys in the city that lern there man ners from thare private teechers, the little deers. You are always careful about yure manners, aint you, Tommie, sed Missus Riley. I shud worry about manners, sed Tom mie. What do I care about manners People In Hoboken have all the man ners, sed Tommie. Now. Tommie, that Isent nice, sed Missus Riley. See what a quiet little chap Bobble is. That is beekaus he is a bonehead & can't think of anything to say, sed Tom mie Riley. He beelongs rite up here in the minor league whare he it. that kid. I got pritty mad but I knew enuff to keep still. My Ma always told me not to start a quarl in the presens of older peepul. I wuddert «=tav In this jay town any longer than I cud help, ped the Rile* kid The peepul here doant know' they are alive. You know a whole lot for a yung man, don’t you, sed Pa. You will grow up to he a regular city feller, all rite, one of them clerks that rides to work & hack home In the trolley A talks a ride on Sunday for a outing Sr then goes around telling what a wise fish he is. Tommie will never be that kind of u braggart, sed Missus Riley, looking at Pa kind of hard. My lit tel son knows too much to he a braggart, dount you. Tommie? Tell it to Sweeney, sed Tommie to his mother, (’heese on all that talk about me. Lay off on me and talk about sum- body that doesn’t know anything. Now, Tommie, that isent nice, sed his rr othe- I shud fret and take a sweat, sed tb Riley kid. I shud worry and git gray, he sed Pa Talks. Tommie, sed Pa, as long as yure pa rents will not tell you the truth. 1 am going to. You think you are a vary smart yung man bekaus sum body taught- you how to say, “I shud worry.” You can say that & you can sing "Snooky Ookums” & part of “In my Harum," and that lets you out. Sr then you cum up here in the country & try to malk fun of grown up peepul that knew moar when thay was babies than you will ewer know wen you grow’ up. You ought to be spanked, Tommie. & sent to bed to think it oaver. Then Tommie looked at Pa kind of fresh Sr sed Say, this is a queer kind of a country. I guess if he had stayed long I wud have had to soak Tommie, but his Pa St Ma got kind of mad wen they seen we dident like thare son, so thay tool; him hoam. Where Riches Count. 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We did believe, though—we w’orked hard to prove it—and now we have a few fol lowers. haven’t We?” If you have heard Stella Bavre’s top note and a few others below It such as she renders at the performsnces of ‘‘All Aboard” in New York you will agree that she has triumphantly proved the existence of her voice. And a voice Is, as we have been told, "an excellent thing In woman,” be It low and sweet, or be it high and sweet; but heaven forefend that any one of us have the high-pitched nasal voice, or the husky, breathy croak that are an unfortunate tradition as the possessions of the American woman. "No amount of study is too hard." •aid the charming singer, "if It gives you at last the goal of your dreams. Rut you have to work with your brain us well as your body. And the thing I would warn girls most earnestly gainst is overt'atigue. It is so easy to think. ‘Oh, I will just keep at this i bit longer.’ and to use up so much * nergy and strength that you Infringe on your reserve store. Now I really raetice all afternoon long—but only bout fifteen minutes at a time. 1 work i bit, and then I go off to something luite different, and then back to work, n this way, 1 probably put in three r four hours’ work with less fatigue ban two hours of steady application -rd overstrain would give. 'You read so many romances of how he fair telephone girl wins a million - uire husband by saying Hello!' very uweetly to his listening ear. There is something in every tale—fairy or other - j wise—you hear, ami whether a girl has a singing voice or not, a few singing | lessons will vastly improve her speafc- j mg voice- ami perhaps help to discover | is pretty generally becoming—except to ' another prirba donna. j 'he woman with an exceedingly long. ! narrow face. Square neck for her. and A Suggestion. ; round line that cuts off the throat "For the girl who can not afford sing- should be generally taboo. you have breath control and all the while keeping the voice us deep, clear and low as possible.” • "But you don’t think that voice alone is sufficient beauty for woman, do you?" I asked, for every line of Miss Barre'* cool coral colored linen dress and white hat bespoke a careful attention to the mysteries of true becomingness in dress, with beauty and good, taste duly com mingled and these mysteries become hist plain everyday facts in the clever hands and brain of the woman who knows how to dress. "I am sure that you recognize the importance of dress and manner in the field of womanly charm.” “Yes," said Miss Barre, with the pleasing attention that she always gives to your part of the conversation; "I believe in dress and manner as ad juncts to beauty, and I have just four little pet theories for the first aide to beauty. Here they are; First and most important, KEEP UP. Keep up and ahead of what you are doing of events and happenings; just cultivate a habit of feeling light and buoyant and not weighted down or impeded by life. "Next. BE PLEASANT. Friends are as easy to acquire as enemies, and a pleasant greeting to the people you meet won’t harm them or you. A Mental Picture. "Of course. I believe in dressing as well and as becomingly as your means will allow. And to do that you must cultivate your Imagination Do you know. I can always see myself walking out of the front door and down the street in a dress Just about the time I am having my lirst fitting. I picture myself in clothes, and as 1 don't like freak pictures. 1 don't get freak clothes. I make sure that my hats form a back ground for my face, although if I had a short neck I would be careful not to make it appear still shorter by wearing hats that would cut it off in the course of their down-droop In back. And I ! study the line of my throat. A neck j ing lessons. 1 would suggest deep | breathing at an open window morning and night, or whenever she has a hance to try it during the day. Then II the lungs and hold the breath back of tlie voice while speaking a few words, m gradually Itycreaaing the number until "It’s a science, isn't it?” laughed Miss Barre. "Why. I believe taste in dress has as many branches and ramifications as the study of singing But they are both worth while, aren't they?” And we all agree, don’t we. little sisters? P ERHAPS Mary Danforth did not acknowledge to herself why it was so hard for her to give her mind to her studies during the even ing on which she received Craig’s pansies. If she appreciated that the sender of the flowers was in her con sciousness more than was the book of civics lying open in the glow of her student’s lamp, she did not admit it even in her innermost thoughts. She tried to “concentrate,” but her wits wandered, and, time and again, she found, with a guilty start, that for some minutes she had been gazing abstractedly at nothing. It was late when at last she put out her light, uiged to this course by her mother, who insisted that she was wearing herself out studying so hard, and that she would be "good for nothing” in the morning. When Mary awoke on the morrow she was forced to confess the ac curacy of the final part of her moth er’s prediction, for she did feel "good for nothing." Her eyes smarted and her limbs ached as she busied herselt with her toilet. A vague feeling ol disappointment possessed her, de pressing and. at the same time, irri tating her, und she went to breakfast with her nerves and temper on edge. She had difficulty in controlling her feelings when Mrs. Danforth, in her desire to promote table talk. Inno cently introduced the subject of Craig —feeling that he would be an inter esting topic of conversation. Vexed at the Blush. “1 declare,” announced the kind- hearted matron, amiably, "I have al most fallen in love myself with that tail Texan. He has such beautiful manners apd is so considerate of el derly people. Don’t you think he is delightful 7 ” As this remark was addressed to the table at large, Mary, vexed at the blush which she felt creeping to her forehead, busied herself with her grapefruit and made no reply. "Don’t you like him, daughter?” persisted her mother. "I think that he’s a presentable man, mother, if that’s what you mean,” responded the girl tartly and with tightening lips. “You can hard ly expect me to say, as you just said, that 1 am ‘almost in love with him' nnself, can you?” The words were sharp and the tone ha'rh. The speaker suddenly appre ciated that this was the second time Wit bin u lev days that she had been Imp: tient with her mother As be fore. she regretted her show of tem per when she saw the wounded ex- I ressicr. In her mother’s eves. She noted also that her father was looking at her in amazement. "I did not mean to speak like that, mother," «he said quickly and peni tently. She pushed her chair back from the table and, going around to the elderly woman, laid her own flushed check against the wrinkled one. “1 had no business to be so cross, and I am very sorry. I am as nervous as a cat this morning. 1 Mease forgive me." Mrs. Danforth patted her daugh ter's hand, her face all smiles in an instant. "That's all right, my darling.’ she soothed. "We all have our cranky spells. Now cut your break fast, for it is getting late. I shall be glad when this dreadful grind is over and yob have graduated," she added, with a sigh. "You are not like your dear self these days, and it is because you are overwrought and overtired." Mary made no protest. She won dered secretly if the strain of work w*as entirely responsible for her vague sense of discontent and uncer tainly. Breakfast over, she hurried to her room to collect her books, and. as she returned to the hall, ready to leave the house, she came upon her father. He was leaning against the wall, his hand to his head. His face wus pale and his brow contracted as if he w*ere suffering. Father!" exclaimed the girl in alarm, "what is the matter?" ‘Nothing to worry about, pet," he insisted. "I was just a little dizz> and headachy for a minute. I’m bet ter now’. Don't look so frightened!’ "Dad,” said Mary, anxiously, "yot are not well. You’ve been overwork ing." “Oh, I guess not," lie replied with an attempt at raillery. "An old codger like me must expect such feel ings this warm weather, that’s all— but I And it hard to remember that I’m getting old.” "Won't you see a doctor?" urged Mary. Mary Gets a Shock. “Pshaw!" he laughed. “I’m all right, I tell you! Don’t mention this little turn to your mother, for she makes a mountain of a molehill when I don't feel up to the scratch." On the way to school Mary thought of her father with some perturbation but the hurry and bustle of the day's work drove all other worries from her brain and she had forgotten the little episode by the time she boarded the subway train in the evening. She watched the express on which she rode draw away from a local train. As the lighted windows slid slowlj backward she thought of how she had first seen Gordon Craig under circum stances like these. It was like a story book romance, and he looked not un like a book hero, she said to herself with a contemptuous smile at her own silliness. Her thoughts were still busy with him as she walked along toward h^r home. V- cen she turned into her own street, several leather-lunged men. carrying bundles of papers, were shouting "Extra" at the other end of the block in the hollow, reverberating tones of the New York disaster har binger. Still dreaming, she paid lit tle heed to them, but went up to hei apartment, her mind on the man she had known for such a little while Strange, she mused, that he should have impressed her so strongly. Her father was standing in the drawing room as she entered her home. A glance at his face brought her to a comprehension of the news venders’ cries as they were borne now to her ears through the open windows. "Terrible accide"* on the Boating Express!" they were shouting. Blindly the girl stretched her hands to her father as he came toward her. "Dad." she asked hoarsely, ‘‘was that ” She got no further, for her father put his arm quickly about her and drew her to him. “Yes, little girl,” he said, tremu lously, "the Boston Express—Craig's train—has been wrecked, and, God help us! most of the Pullman passen gers are dead!” * The Most Exciting Serial of the Year. SERIALIZED By J. W. McCONAUGHY (Copyright, 1913, by Star Co.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Rusty raised his head and timidly put it out around the angle of the fireplace, where he had taken refuge. “Wha is he?” he asked huskily. His master straightened up, put the revolver back in its holster and pointed grimly to the trap. ‘‘Water ami a long drop,” he said quietly. “There’s another of the Duke’s men gone.” Rusty got shakily to his feet. “I knowed them battleship boogies was spooks,” he observed dolefully. The plural suggested something to Jarvis. He motioned Rusty to stay back, and, picking up the sword, advanced on the second figure. He made two or three feints to strike and got no response. Then he gave it a powerful push with the point The armor toppied over and fell down the stairs with a hollow clash. It was empty. "I guess he’s harmless.” Rusty immediately began gathering up the pieces. “I’ll fix dis one so he won’t Jump no mo’!” he declared, savagely. “What are you going to do?” “I’m gonna sink this other battle ship!” "Hold on—wait a minute. I reckon we can use that,” said Jarvis, smiling a little. "It takes a thief to catch a thief, they say. We’ll just out-spook Mr. Ghost. Come on, Rusty,” he went on impatiently, holding up the breast plate and back-piece like an under shirt, "get into this hardware as fast as you can." Rusty drew back with violent head- shakings. "Marse Warren, I don’ wanna be no spook.” "Listen!" commanded his master, sharply. "Somebody w*as working in this room. It’s a cinch that the treas ure is here and it’s a bigger cinch he’ll come back to get it w’hen we are gone." "You ain’t gonna leave me heah alone!” protested the old darkey. The Plan. "Sure! I’m going to put you in this so you can watch. I’m going t make a bluff that we're both gone. You’ll be as safe as a church In this. No one would ever think of looking for one of us in this armor. You watch, and when he starts to work—then yell your head off!" "I’ll yell so loud they’ll hear me In Kentucky,’’ Rusty assured him, re luctantly permitting himself to be ar mored. "You give your best yell and then i’ll nail him.” Rusty sniffed doubtfully. * “If you don’t nail him he’ll nail me!" Jarvis grunted and fussed over the armor as the right valiant swashbuckler for whom It was constructed was less generously designed amidships than the rotund darky. "Marse Warren," remarked Rusty, presently, "you mus' think a heap o’ Miss Princess to go prowlin’ and proj- ec’ing 'roun' in dis boogy house in de dark.” “What makes you think that?” mum- < MACARONI Is extremely rich in gluten, being made from Durum wheat, the cereal that ranks high in protein. Very easily digested is Faust Macaroni. Savory, too—write for free recipe book and see how many different ways this strength - building food can be served. A t all grocers’—5c and 10c packages MAiiuexos St. Loots. Mo Rock Island Lines you, my American!’ ” A steel thigh-piece slipped through Jarvis’ fingers and clattered to the floor. “An'.” concluded Rusty, with invinci ble logic, "I’se de only American ’roun’ heah ’cep’ you, Marse Warren.” "God bless you, Rusty!” said his mas ter, fervently, to himself. But aloud he said, holding up the heavy casque: "Here—put your head in this Stet son. Gloves—here now! How do you feel?” Jarvis surveyed him with a grin. Sancho Panza would have looked a courtly and sprightly cavalier by com parison. "All in,” was the glum response from the hollow depths of the* helmet. "Do I look like a spook?” • t "You’re a wonderful sight!" declared his master, heartily. "Now, Rusty, get ’ ; over here. Where’s your sword?” A cataclysmic sneeze caused the ar mor to rattle like a Junk wagon. "I never heard a ghost sneeze be fore.” chided his master, reprovingly. “Marse Warren, I’se catchin’ cold," pleaded the knight, In the hope of par- / J don. < "Nonsense! Now. Rusty, keep your ^ ears and eyes open—don't move a mus cle. If anyone comes, yell your head off—but don’t sneeze!” "Marse Warren. I wanna go home!” “We haven't any home. Rusty.” was the sober' response, as his master ad justed him on the pedestal. Rusty sighed till the clasps of the armor creaked complaint. “Marse Warren, I don’t evah 'spect to get out o’ dis boogy house nohow.” "Well, Rusty, there are some things ” Jarvis broke off abruptly and threw back his head, motioning Rusty to be quiet. To his ears came a sound so faint and far-off that it was impos sible to decide whether it was a stifled groan near at hand or a call from some distant part of the castle. To Be Continued To-morrow. BONES AND FLESH There’s more real nutrition in a 10c package of Faust Macaroni than in 4 lbs. of beef— prove it by your doctor. “Get into this hardware as fast as you can.” bled Jarvis, toiling with a rusty clasp. "Marse Warren,” said Rusty, solemn ly, ‘‘I* knowed you since you was a baby.” “What’s that got to do with it?' Pull in your breath a little bit.” “*She gin you dat jew'lry you got ’roun’ your neck, didn’ she? She kind o’ crazy 'bout you, too, ain’t she?” "How do you know?” inquired Jarvis, his eagerness concealed by the fact that he was bending over in the rear trying to joint the greaves to Rusty’s pon derous calves. "I knows, all right!” declared Rusty. "But how do you know? Quit shifting around!” “We-ell, I’m goin’ to tell you. an' then you’ll know how I knows. Jus’ 'fore them horses jumped on me—when I whs waitin’ in de road—I heard a winder go up slap! An’ dare was de Princess a-lookin’ up at de moon, jes’ like a pic- ter. Jes’ a-lookin’ at de moon, an’ she says—an’ she says—” "What did she say?” snapped Jarvis. " *Ah,’ she says, a-lookin’ at de moon, she says, ‘de world am begun all over ag in to' me ’ ” Good News. Warren started and was conscious of a singing in his ears that was not all due to the constant bending over re quired of a squire-at-arms. He held his tongue, knowing a darky’s fondness for sentimental gossip, and Rusty went on: "And den—and den—she go right on an' she says—she says, ’Gawd be with A month in Colorado will make your children strong and healthy for a whole year. Take them into the Rocky Mountains and see them grow; watch their cheeks redden and eyes brighten. Your parents could not afford to give you the chance. Colorado w as too far away. But the Colorado Flyer from St. Louis has squeezed three-fourths of the distance out of the map. Now’s the time to make sure that your children get all the food necessary to build up their muscles and bones and put on flesh. Their physical future depends largely on what they eat now. through sleeping car to Colorado offers the best service to the Rockies. 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