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i Little Bobbie’s T H E GREATEST STORY OF ITS KIND SINCE JULES VERNE §> KeHerm*!»»—•, By WILLIAM F. KIRK T unkel Fritz 1b camming to th©| house tonlte, Fed Ma to Pa. He Is a deer old codger I roc member how he used to tel] a lot of funny stories to us wen he cairn to our hoam In Colfax. I know you will like the deer old fellow heekaus you luv humor, sed Ma. T luv humor all right, sed P; that nam Fritz dosetit sound too humorous I hoap 1 will gi reel laffs & not have to fake Pa se but somehow I have a feeling that cant shake off A. that feeling is a feeling that Fritz (sent going to b« funny at all. Walt till you see, sed Ma If you cud have de* r old feil'-r rnaiking us all laff veers ago, Ma sed, you wud not talk doiitful about him. Teers ago is one thing, sed Pa, A now Is a other thing I used to think the clowns in the circus was th© funniest things in the wurld. Pa sed. but I went to a circus the other day A the clowns was about as funny as a rainy day In March. As we git oalder A wiser, Pa sed, we beekuin hard audiences to play to A thare issnt many things that reely tickle us. Then Ma’s unkel Frits calm. He was a flhort fat man about sixty years oald, A he had a big meershum pipe wich h© key smoaking all 'the time he was at our house. He looked at me kind of hard wen he calm in & he sed to Ma. it is time little shel- drens should be by thare bed. alrctty. Bobbie always stays up till ten, sed Ma, He is oalder than he looks. A he hate* to go to bed erly. He talks after his father that way, sed Ma. Oh, very well, den. sed unkel Fritz. Now, let us all be cholly und tell sum funny stories. Ain’t it? he sed to Pa I guess it ain’t, sed Pa. I cud see that he dident like PYitz very well. Veil, sed Fritz, so long that we are going to tell sum cholly chokes, it ehud beegin by me. Once dere vans a Irishman und lie came oaver to dis country, sed Ma’s unkel. He vas not a long time in dis country und so he vass what you call it green, like der color of a Irisher’s Hag. sed unkel Fritz. Dot part is a choke of my own. he sed, about der green flag I made that In myself. It is not of der story. Veil, der Irish feller he vass valking along in front of a store and he saw sum grape fruits alretty yet. Und ven der Irishman saw der grape fruits, sed unkel Fritz, he sed to der other Irishman which had came over to dis country only he dident came on der saim ship, dot vass beefoar the other Irishman calm vtoh saw der grape fruits, alretty. He sed to der other Irishman. C’hee, Pat, it vuddent talk many of dem big oranges to maik a pound ain't it 7 Nobody la fifed excep Fritz, be rt - kaus he had toald the strong rung. He tnent that the Irishman »©d Sure it wuddent talk many of them big oranges to niaik a dozen, but Frit/. «ed pound lnated of dozen. He toald a lot moar joaks about the riaim as the one about the grape fruit Then he sang sum funny German songs, he thot thay was funny hut tiiMt wtfieni anj funnier than th« song called the Curse of a Achin* Hart. After he had went Pa kidded Mn about her unkel’s quaint German hu mor. He is a rare wag. Pa sed. Think of all the sunshine he scatters around the world. Explaining It. The following conversation between two youths was overhead in Blackburn the other day: “Aw say. Bill, wot's th* meaning o’ the word 'Limited' up there <>n that shop after the name? There's n lot on it abeawt here " “Doesn't tha know?” said Bill. “Whoi, It s loike this: Tha gi'es me a penny, an' Aw puts a penny to It. They we buy a tupenny smoake. Well, I amoake it. while tha looks on. Aw’m a director, and tha'rt a shareholder. I tak' all the risks " om tna 0<*mn* I»i« by *• translation ani ( cpyrlgnt^n. Berlin k nf i mb (Copyrighted, ISIS. by Iatornatlonal TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “But tha posters were yours. How did they w'ork ?’’ “Great! I grabbed every billboard I could find idle in the United States and plastered them with bird’s-eye views of the coming city, and all the rest of the stuff Of course, that crowd down there has done every thing possible to scare the public off so they can get the land at the best price possible and resell. They have Just learned what the best price la— and listen to them.’’ The roar from the street swelled louder and louder In front of the building where Allan had his city of fice was a large placard announcing the price.** of real estate in the Tunnel City by the front foot on the score* of streets that were laid out on paper, and by the acre in the outskirts. They w'ere enough to stagger the hardiest real estate man in the world, and the tumult attested the indignation of th© professional traders. “Have you heard from any of thsm directly?” inquired Rives with a grin. "Only a few,” smiled hiy friend. “They didn’t seem pleased, judging from their remarks over the phone. The consensus of opinion seemed to he that I ought to be in the Insane asylum, and if not I would certaigiy wind up In the penitentiary." Rives laughed and rose to go. ' • -' ... *,.***• '• cry ‘ ; 'M v ■*/ _ i rifM. *4. f: '• :oi The Main Mogul. FREE ADVICE TO SICK WOMEN Thousands Have Been Helped By Common Sense Suggestions Women Buffering from any form of female ills are Invited to communicate promptly with the woman's private correspo n d e n c e department of the Lydia E. Pink ham Medicine Co., Lynn. Macs Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman a mi held in strict confidence. A woman can freely talk of her private illness to a woman; thus has been established a confidential correspondence which has extended over many years and which haa never been broken. Never have thay published a testimonial or used a letter without the written consent of the writer, and never has the Com pany allowed these confidential let ter! to get out of their possession, as “Don’t leave yet, old man.” urged Allan “Th«‘ works can get along for another hour without you. Mutrie will be here presently, and II would be Just as well for you to be around.” “Yes? Who la Mutrie?” inquired Rives. "lie's the main mogul of the Real Estate Exchange. He called up Just before you came in and said he’d be down within an hour if I could see him. I told him to toddle right along and—Hello!" A voice issued out of a square box at his elbow. "Mr. Mutrie to see you. sir” “Tell him to come In/* said / % pressing a button in the side of the little box, which transformed it Into an active telephone Mr. Mutrie proved to be a white- haired man of about 4 with a thick, close-cropped white • mustache and light blue eyes. He seemed to regard life as a serious business, especially when it Impinged upon real estate. Allan shook hands with him and introduced Rives as his "friend and colleague, who in in actual charge at Tunnel Ulty.” "You have certainly torn up a lot of ground. Mr. l^ives,” remarked th* real estate king, pleasantly. “I have been down to look you over several times recently ” "Yes, I think we are making con siderable headway,” said Rives. “We expect to begin the actual boring next week.” “Indeed!” murmured Mr. Mutrie and smiled slightly. Neither Rives nor Allan understood the tone or the smile at the moment, but it irritated both. Allan stirred a little Impatient ly and Mr. Mutrie turn©*! to him. “I have been marking down your prices as announced this* morning." he said courteously, "on the plot of ths city with w hich you supplied me." "Yes?" “Yes." Mr. Mutrie’s tone was faint ly ironical. “I think you can hardly be serious. Mr. Allan.” Allan leaned back in his chair and tapped the edge of his desk with his l pencil. I "It’s very decent of you *o feel that way about it. Mr. Mutrie.” he re turned pleasantly, "but I didn't want I to be hogglMh. 1 suppose l could get ! more for the land in the long run. but | 1 would much rather let everybody in j now and start things going." Mr. Mutrie bit into his thick white . mustache for a moment “Leaving pleasantries aside," he said with some acerbity, “you don't really mean to attempt to get those prices for land in your city?” Allan continued to tap the desk. I not only mean to attempt to get them, but 1 will get them" “From whom?" demanded Mr. Mu trie, controlling himself with an ef- I Tort. His Plan. “Oh, anybody that wants to pav them.” Allan shrugged his shoulders indlfferentlv. "I am going to let in j anybody that will help boom things | there at these prices and then I'm I going to Jump the price." Mr. Mutrie stared at him and swal lowed hard, but when he spoke again he had recovered his first suavity. “I have just been doing some fig uring." he remarked. ionsu'tinr pieoe of paper. ‘‘You bought land for somewhere between and ten million dollars. You have held it for !©*• than «ix months, the prices you are now charging you figure to make about devised means to put it. to work where each dollar of the millions might earn a few’ cents before it was swallowed up in the hole that Allan was driv ing through the heart of the earth. "It's wonderful,” the latter told Rives, enthusiastically. “You can’t believe how well the world under- atands What this thing means and how certain It Is!” “My dear chap,” returned Rives with a cynical laugh, “you're on the wrong track altogether.’’ “What do you mean?” demanded th© engineer.” They were sitting on the veranda of the house at Tunnel City overlook ing the sea, where the whltecaps glistened and gleamed in the moon light. Rives looked out across the | heaving waste and laughed again. “You engineers are supposed to study forces, but in this you have ig- * nored the greatest force in the world." “What Is that?" “Fear!” "Fear!" echoed Allan, dumfounded. “I don’t get you at all.” “It’s very simple," Rives assured him. “Men fear two things above all others—death and poverty. Bold ness triumphs over death, when any thing does, and wealth over poverty. Your tunnel scheme is bold and prof itable and they admire It. Unable to triumph themselves, they want to conquer vicariously. They read the newspapers to get a thrill out of other people’s experiences because they don't dare the experiences themselves. They haven't the money nor the cour age.” “But," objected Allan, “they must believe In this thing or they wouldn’t put what money they have into it." “They believe in it because they’re afraid not to,” retorted Rives. “I am Just beginning to see how big this thing is,” he went on soberly. “All that has held back the upheaval—the social revolution—Is this fear, thi3 clinging to the little they have ar.d getting the sensation of having much by reading about it In the newspapers. “This tunnel,” he went on as Allan listened in dead silence, 'is, so far as you know, going ouly to London. God only knows how far It will go toward shaping the destiny of our civiliza tion. You have started a panic, with [a reverse movement. Instead ofhoard- | ing because they are afraid, people | are investing because they are afrail. None of them understand, but all of | them dimly feel that everything in the ‘ world Is going U oe more or less in timately connected with this scheme, and if they don’- get on the right side of the fence, they will be crushed." “That I believe Is true," said Allan, with faint pride. “But how about those that can’t get in—and those that may get in to their sorrow? The survival of the most unscrupulous is not necessarily the law of the universe because it is the ruling spirit of our age. The world will be paying tribute to the tunnel company, and the world may wake up and ask •why—and ask why about <•. lot of other things.” “I don’t think the world is going to kick over being benefited,” returned Allan. Daysey Mayme And Her Folks "You don’t blame me, do you, Jack?” she said quietly. “No,” he replied almost gruffly, "I don’t.” By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. rTTHERE are those of perfect fig ure who declare that when girls refuse to parade the shore In bathing suits, it is not due to mod esty. In order to prove there was nothing In their calumnious chargee, Daysey Mayme Appleton made it a point to take the longest way round from the dressing room to the water, and to linger long on its edge silhouetted against the ocean, and with the eye© of all beholders fixed upon her A violet hiding under a hedge Is not at heart more modest than Daysey Mayme, but not one ever made charges against the violet's figure. She had stood, and turned, and walk ed a few paces, and lingered on th© shore till she felt vindicated, and then, with a quick run, dashed Into the wa ter She had not been unconscious when on shore of the gaze of a vary handsome man in the water near by. and was so much surprised when sba found herself close beside him that shs smiled. He smiled. Phe smiled again, and noted how well he could swim. “In the books,” she said, “he would save me from drowning, kiss my cold lips as he carried me to the shore, and call on the preacher next day.” His smile expressed devotion. Hh© would test it and she ventured out be yond her depth. Daysey Mayme can’t remember In detail Just what happened next. She felt that she was being carried away, .that she was going down, down, and that some one’s arms were holding her. Then she lost consciousness. It was only a minute later, but to her It seemed years, when she felt herself being rolled across a barrel, and opened her eyes to the pain and hu miliation of realism. “I knew when I first saw her,” she heard the voice of her deliverer saying, “that she was one of them fool kind of bathers that don’t know nothing about the water. Let's give her anoth er good hard roll, then I must go back to my wife and the kida.” “The trouble with life,” Daysey May me sobbed that night to her mother, “is that it isn’t a bit like th© books ” To Be Continued To-morrow. His Preference. A famous sculptor was seated at a dinner next to a fair but frivolous i young lady, and it was soon evident ; that he was not very favorably Im pressed by her Idle chatter. "What kind of a figure do you most admire in a woman?” she Inquired, witn the air of one angling for a com pliment. “Almost any kind, as long as »h© is not a figure of speech,” he replied, briefly. WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE The story opens with Rives, who Is in charge of the technical work ings of the great tunnel from America to Germany, on one of th© tunnel trains, with Baermann, an engineer, In charge of Main Station No. 4. They are traveling at the rate of 118 miles an hour. Rives is in love with Mamie Allan, wife of Mackendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived th© great tunnel scheme After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean Rives gets out of the trait Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst. There is a frightful explosion. Men are flung to death and Rives Ik badly wounded. He staggers through the blinding smoke, realizing that about 3.000 men 1 have probably perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4 Rives finds Baerinann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want to climb "ii a work train, somebody shoots Buermann. and the train slides out. The scene is then changed to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest financiers of th© country are gathered there at a summons from C. H. TJoyd, “The Money King." John Rives addresses them, and Introduces Al lan ’ daughter of the financier, are also prss ent Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3,100 miles long. The financiers agree to buck him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge of the actual work Rives accepts. Rives goes to the Park Club to meet Wit- tersteiner. a financier. At Columbus Circle news of the great project is being flashed on a screen. Thousands are watching it. Mrs Allan becomes a lonely and neglected woman anil Is much thrown in the company of Rives. Now Go On With the Story. ting a t tnat seven eve At w ^ million dol- rs "a day for every day you havo he'd it.” Allan nodded. “Your figures coin cide with mine to a remarkable de gree" he said coolly. "I figured that 1 ought to make about that on the deal That is why I nm going to boost the price pretty soon if the land doern’t go fast enough." “Surely you are not serious." pro tested Mr Mutrie. and his manner was almost patronizing. • 1 most certainly am." R MUTRIE appeared to re fleet, and then he began on new tack. "From what 1 have been able to gather. Mr Allan. T am forced to have the greatest respect for you a« an en gineer," he said suavely. "1 have no doubt that you believe you can build this tunnel, and if the thing is pos- . . . ... . - .. . sible no doubt you can do it But a the hundred* of thousand* of them In r ..,,, ;( , r ., r:s , ,, „ vastly .Ilf. their file© will attest. | ferent proposition from engineering Out of the vast volume of experience It f A ^ ertain fixed lines There are certain accepted mediums of mar keting. and without these no consid erable venture can be brought to a successful close." which they have to d^«sw from. It Is more than possible tbat they possess th© very knowledge owoded In your caae Nothing is aeksd In return ex cept your good will, and their advice has helped thousand*. Bursty any woman rich or poor, sbpui 1 be glad to take advantage of this generous of fer of assistance Addres© Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co.. (Confidential) Lynn Mas6. Everv woman ought to have Lydia E. Pinkham’s 80-page Text Book. It is not a book for goneral distribution, tainable b/ man. Writs for it - New Rules. *T j "That You know,” nodded Allan, briskly. always has been the rule real estate men have gathered in moat of the profits. But Just as there is no rule to guide me in build ing this tunnel the real estate issue is too big to be guided bv the regu lar rules You traders can have It at my price or stay out of the mar ket—without offense," he added courteously. “You know, Mr. Allan.” returned the operator, slowly, hb* eyes nar- run l 3 . ■ .•£ world ha n assurance that your tunnel will ever be com pleted. While I have no doubt what ever of your good faith, the buying public—which is largely guided by us —has no definite assurance that your tunnel project is not a gigantic hoax for the sole purpose of pulling off a great real estate swindle.” It was a shrewd flank attack and one that had never occurred to Allan or Rives. Allan was completely con fused for an instant, and Rives’ first Impulse, controlled with difficulty, was to throw the white-haired fox out of the office. Then Allan recovered his mental balance and laughed. “My dear Mr. Mutrie,” he said at last, not taking pains to conceal that the interview was rapidly becoming unpleasant, "the best answer to that is that w hile I have never seen you before this morning and had no idea of ever taking the trouble to see you or sell vou anything, here you are try ing to trick or browbeat me into sell ing land for less than it is worth. What He Thought. “You know and l know ’ he went on nuietly, “that this land will within a few years be worth considerably more than 1 am asking for it now.i You know that this tunnel U on the level and that 1 and the men who have indorsed me are certain that I can bull 1 it and that therefore some of the world's largest and busiest cit ies are bound to spring up around the entrances.” "It may be so." conceded the expert in a manner that fully conveyed the impression that he did not believe It. "That being the case," concluded Allan, "you are at liberty to buy this land at my price or not buy it—just as you choose. And I guess that’s about all. If you will excuse in©—1 am a very busy man." "What do you think?" inquired Rives after the boss of the real es tate brokers had departed. "Think!" snorted Allan. "I think ha'll get on the band wagon or be run over They have probably framed It to stay out of the market and bring my price down, but they can't win at that game. The land is worth every cent and more than we are ask ing for it, and it's bound to sell whether they want It to or not." Rives switched the conversation over to other matters connected with construction and some changes he contemplated making in the person nel of his staff Allan signed tele grams. answered phone calls, and ad vised and suggested in between breaths for about an hour Then Rives announced that he would have to start back. "1 want to take you with me," he said. "To Tunnel City?” "Yes," replied his friend gravely "I told Maud I’d bring you back with me to-night if I had to do it by force." Allan frowned slightly at his piled up desk, looked at his watch and then up at Rives. “Can you wait about fifteen min utes? I guess I’d better go. though I haven’t got time: You can have me motored back so as to get here by 7:30 in the morning?” "It’ll be easy—that or a special train." "All right, then.” agreed Allan.with hesitation, his eyes still on his desk. “I haven’t seen Maud and the little one for a month. It seems to me. But I certainly hate to leave this pile of work! Well, I ” The phone rang. Ha answered it, and winked at Rives as he caught the first words. “Certainly. Come right along." he said. "It’s Mutrie," he laughed tri- umphantlj. "He has been commis sioned to buy a thousand feet of •wharf front for the Transoceanic peo ple. What did I tell you? Oh." he exclaimed as he noticed that Rives was still standing. “I told him to come along. It'll probably be an hour or so of a Job. and others are likely’ to come through, so I better not try’ to go with you." “And Maud?” “Well," hesitated Allan, “you ex plain it to her. old man. She’ll under stand. and tell her I’ll be down In a few days at the latest." Rives looked at him curiously and in silence for a few moments "All right,” he said quietly. “So long!" Raising $3,000,000,000. A ND nflw a new power wa© felt in the affairs of the great tun nel project. To the world at large Allan was still the big figure, th© tremendous force that brought forth the mighty plan and was driv ing It ahead. But those back of the scenes felt a new hand on the con trolling levers. This new power was Money and its tangible form was Sid ney Wolf. This man was Dloyd’e other ©elf. But a few years before he had been obscure. Then he found himself across the board from the terrible money vulture in a minor chess game of finance and had played his hardest. Lloyd admired his skill and made him his chief of staff. His name originally had been Salo mon VTolti^ohn, in hi? lean days in Berlin. Moving to London in in creasing prosperity, he had become Sidney Wolf son, and in.New York he had finally appeared as Sidney Wolf. He was not a genius of finance. He was a master general of dollars, which is a different thing. As Allan knew’ the working capacity of a drill, so this man knew the working ca pacity’ of a dollar. He could not dream great visions of finance, but w’hen shown the field of a campaign and placed at the head of miilion.«i he was an invincible fighter.,, From a dog-poor student Wolf had become a multi-millionaire while still a comparatively y’oung man. He had made money his one aim. and was bitterly disappointed when he found out that its possession was not the recipe for content. He waa black haired, thick-lipped and a trifle stout, with fishy eyes and a heavy' voice— the type of man particularly repulsive to the men with w’horn he mont de sired to associate. He hated Allan, not because Allan underrated his abil ity or lacked respect for h!s money skill, but because in all the months of their association in the planning of the financial campaign Allan had never treated him as a social ac quaintance. He had never asked him to lunch or dinner; he had never in troduced him to Mrs. Allan or inti mated that he might be desirable a© a guest at his home even in a vague, non-committal way. Rives treated him with formal politeness, and Al lan’s other acquaintances ignored him. Allan. hail-fellow-well-met with half the underlings about the offices of the tunnel company, invariably addressed the money master as “Mr. Wolf." The “Mr.” grated every .time Wolf heard It, for he knew It was not a mark of respect. He resented Al lan'* familiarity with the others, a familiarity that never lessened their respect for him or the promptness of their obedience. Wolf was obeyed with cold precision Allan with cheer ful alacrity. The First Trick. With this type of man hatred finds its expression in only’ one direction— an assault on the pocketbook. His first trick against the engineer was so adroitly planned and executed that Allan and Rives were forced to ad mit the Justice of the resul.. though it mulcted them of a large share of their profits in the real estate trans action. Wolf sold the rights to all mineral deposits produced in the bor ing to the Pittsburg Smelteries Cor poration for $50,000.000. He then rep resented. am indeed Allan had planned that the waste could be made Into real estate along the coast front, and the directors, speaking through Lloyd. Indorsed this plan, the proceeds to eo to the common treasury. To avoid being cut off. Allan was forced t© let his own holdings go into the common pool. In which he had only a minor share and Rives none at all. I N the meantime Wolf perfected the plans for floating the stock. The company’ was capitalized at $15.- 000,000.00ft, and it was decided that the first issue should call for $3,000,- 000.000 at the par value of the stock —also that it should not be sold for less than par. Allan and Wolf agreed that no more money could be safely demanded of the public until the tunnel bonding showed progress to | about the halfway mark. It might be necessary to do some Juggling with the engineering and financing, but the two men felt equal to it. Details of a stock market campaign ' are of interest only to the expert. Briefly, Wolf arranged for subscrip tion at par in the sum of $125,000,000 to start the ball rolling when the sto'ck should appear on the market. The ball rolled Shares were $1,000 each, but by an ingenious arrange ment of certificates which Wolf de vised, anyone could buy an interest in a share tor $10. Allan mainly con ducted the advertising campaign, and under his skillful guidance, aided by suggestions from Wolf, the dollars came out of forgotten comers. “A thousand dollars now will make you rich in old age”—this was the bait that drew the bank accounts. From every quarter of the globe a little streftm of dollars issued. Joining with others and sweeping down in a roar ing flood on the offices of the Tunnel company. Day after day; and week after week, the golden torrent swelled and grew’, and as fast as It came Wolf CURED TERRIBLE HUMOR ON FACE Accessories Cupid couldn’t And a, daintier helpmate than HTD. Liquid HID prevent* excessive perspiration and odor. Cream HID deodorizes perspiration and keeps you pure and sweet. HID, Liquid or Cream, 25c All Jacobs’ Pharmacy Stores Could Not Go On Street Without ( , Veil. Tells What Resinol Did ) For Her. Philadelphia. Pa.—“In December, ) 1908, my face became sore. 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