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Half the Difficulty of Fighting Any Severe Battle or Accomplishing Any Hard Task Vanishes When a Man Feels He Hds Comrades at His Side
R S Ty o e Wlow VI TR ORI I 5
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- ‘Cheating Cheaters’
: Novelized From the Broadway Success.
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By JANE McLEAN,
{Novelized from the play by Max
Marein, produced by A. H. Woods,
and now running at the Eitinge
Theater, New York. Copyright, 1816,
International News Service.)
HE Palmers listened, entranced.
T And Ruth, with a smile of
satisfaction, slipped off the
dlamond collar and returned it to
its case,
“What was that, Professor?’ sald
Mrs. Palmer as the music ended. *1
don't think | have ever heard it be
fore.”
“Yes, it's a catchy tune,” said
Grace, lightly. “Won't you play It
for us again”"’
“Yes,” said Ruth; “and play it
louder.”
Tony acquiesced, and once more
played the thing through, this time
very much louder,
Ruth nodded approvingly as she
swung around from the piano at
the finish.. Steve had the signal and
no doubt would aet immediately.
Bhe did not wish that the others
would leave her alone to take her
music lesson.
At that moment Phil, the butler,
. Appeared in the doorway, and Ruth's
hoart skipped a beat. Could this be
Steve already?
SA gentleman to see you sir" sald
_ the butler to Tom.
Tom took the card and read the
name aloud. “Mr, Morton 'T. Han
ley, Carnegie Hero Foundation. What
does he want to see me about? All
right, Phil; ask him to come in.”
The stranger Phil admitted entered
-the room the next moment, and com
- ing toward Tom offered his hand cor
dially,
A Plausible Visit,
“I am very glad to meet vou, sir”
he began, “especially under the cir
- cumstances that brings me here”
- Tom bowed, and having made the
necessary introductions waited for
~ the man to state his business, Ruth
- Was the last one to be introduced,
~and as Tom murmured Miss Broock
~ ton the man turned toward her inter.
- estedly,
“Miss Ruth Brockton?” he queried,
~ For a moment Ruth's heart almost
_ Btopped. Suppose this man happened
10 be a detective under Ferrls. He
~ might even be Ferris himseM. What
F“ earth could she do? But the
- stranger went on speaking.
~ “Your name is on my list,” he said,
smiling pleasantly. “I was about to
~motor over to your house, Miss
- Brockton, We are gathering the tes
tmony of the eyewitnesses to Mr.
Em- valorous conduct on the oe
~Caslon of the sinking of the passenger
Steamer Termania with a view of
%‘m‘ ng A first prize, a gold medal,
f" exceptional herolsm,” |
. “You're not going to pin a (‘ur-{
, hero medal on me?” protested
. “Honestly, 1 don't deserve anything
{',,. that.”
gm was listening carefully to
Have You Met Her?
By ANNE LISLE.
HEN she was still quite young
, W Alice May Wright learned that
Peopie would forgive her any
thing if she turned the radiance of her
long-lashed brown eyes full upon !hemi
And followed the advance guard with a
battery of up-curved lips dimpled at the
eorners by a smile.
- Allee May had no intention of being
& selfish girl or of cheating at the game
of life. But it was so eaARy to save her
energy tln Just sm'le. It always brought
results. Nobody ever refused Alice May
Anything If she smiled when she asked
for it.
80 she smiled her way through school
And college and out Into the world,
~ which seemed ready to give her a living
in return for up-curled lashes and up
curved lips and flashing dimples. It
WaSs 50 much easler to Kive the world
& smile than an honest effort
Alice May had real abllity--a clever
Brain, the trick of expressing herself
well, and an imaginative nature which
thought up charming little fairy table
plots of gossamer lightness. Allce May
found that by carrying her stories to
editorial sanctums she got a reading for
them, and that now and then one crept
Into print, She devoted a Kood deal
more time to smillug editors Into a re
ceptive mood than to setiing herself the
- sk of frowning contemplation of her
- plots and the way she was developing
~ them,
| A Winning Smile.
. Allee May's smile got her landiord
10 “shave the rent & bit" when she took
A little apartment which she could ill
Afford, but which the encouraging atti.
tude of the aditor of Crandall's made her
feel she could risk. She smiled herselr
out of debt and Into the good graces of
& Roclal circle with which she could not
Afford to keep up, and then she smiled
herself into the heart of Its most eligi.
Ble bachelor and became Mrs. Archibald
~ Whitmore,
Tt did not seem quite fair to the other
#irls who knew her—that without any
Mmore exertion than flckering a smile
. Bcross her face Allce May got all the
~ Prizes in life. There were Jealousy and
- heart-burnings galore, and people with
‘%fi‘,n Strong sense of righteousness insisted
P Ahat things would not always go so
| Bmoothly for Alice May Whitmore. ‘
. M stogd 10 rewson that fertune ecould
everything that was taking place.
Here was a chance for her to do
something for Tom Palmer that might
In a sense atpne for the grave in
justice she intended to perform that
night,
“Don’t let him underestimate * ‘'m
self, Mr. Hanley,” she interrupted,
with shining eyes.”
| “Why, during that panic after the
frightful explogion, in the wild rush
for the lifeboats, what chance would
the women and children have had but
for him? With even the crew fighting
to save themselves, he stood agalnat
the rall, pistol in hand, holding back
the mob, and when the last boat was
launched we saw him, master of the
situation, resigning his own seat to
a little boy who had been separated
rtrum his mother.. When the ship went
down, if it hadn't been that the sea
‘wu calm, and we saw him clinging
to a log, he, too, would have been
lost.”
i Tt was a tender little testimony told
‘with all the fervor of a girlish heart.
It told Tom Palmer more than all her
It‘nrolflln words and actions, that she
cared, but for once Ruth was deler
‘mined to tell the truth,
~ “Miss Brockton,” sald Hanley, en
thuglastically, “yvour statement com
pletes our record of the disaster. If
You will be so good as to write out
What you have just sald, attest it be
fore a notary and maii it to me, the
‘medal will be quickly awarded, Oh,
by the way, Mr. Palmer,” turning to
Tom, “some day, when you get a
‘(-hnn('h. you must visit our ofMce and
examine the tributes of your fellow
passengers,
“Why, there are statements from
some of the most prominent people
of the country. There's gne from Mr.
Carnegie's personal physician, and
one from Mr, Pearson, the president
of the Union National Bank. But the
clearest account of all we received
from a detective, Ferris.”
Ferris on the Trail.
Ruth started violently. Once more
the deadly suspiclon flashed across
her mind that this man's visit boded
no good for her. Bhe wondered if she
had sald too much before; but, no,
that had been personal and a tribute
to Tom,
“Ferris, Ferris?" said Tom, wrin.
Kling his forehead. “I don't recall the
name on the passenger list, Do you,
mother?”
“He may have traveled incognito,’
offered Hanley, “detectives often do,
especlaily when they're after some
body."
Tony gave a gasp at this, and Ruth
put in hastily to cover it:
“Have you wseen Mr. Ferris, Mr,
Hanley? lls he In the city? .
“Well, I don't know. 1 called at his
office this morning. One of his as
sistants told me that Mr. Ferris was
after an extremely clever gang of
criminals, against whom he has i«n
gathering evidence for the past five
months, He expects to land them all
by the end of the week."
(To Be Concluded Tomorrow.)
not always favor her. Her husband
would just have to lose his money or
her children sicken and dle, or some
thing go wrovg. You ocould not smile
yourself ‘hrough the world and into the
8001 graces of Fate.
It wasn't possible that Life would
continue to shower its prizes Into the
lap of & woman who did nothing to de
serve them -who merely looked up u\d‘
smiled. |
But Alice May's lite weont on serene.
ly—ahe flashed her smile and fortune
smileq back. Ang everybody sald |t
wasn't fair, and cynles smiled wisely,
and a few sensitive souls felt an ache of
bitterness in their hearts for others
who deserved g 0 much more than Alice
May and got so much less,
~ Yet Alice May went on smiling. And
robody knew that the smile coverad
Over an ache of abnegation. Alice May
‘hld wanted to write good stories
‘otmn. wonderful, psychological things
that the worlg would read and be bet
ter for reading. ANd nature had
equipped her to do fluffy little fairy
tales. She could only smile when she
wanted to bring tears so the heart of
humanity.
Alice May had longed to ®ay at home
in her little village ang MACTY a strug-
Eling young drug clerk, who might, if
he were lucky, be taken Into partner
ship by the village apothecary by the
time he was 40. She hadn't the courage
for that, so she had to smile to cover
the longing in her own soul.
Archie Whitmore boreq Alice May to
distraction—but all her smiling hadn't
‘.ufflcod to produce any honorable means
of paying tallor bills and butchers and
bakers and rent. So Alice May smiled
Therself into an eligible mateh the while
her heart ached with longing for some
thing else. *
Alice May's children adored their
stern, hard-working father anga thought
their mother & delicate, Dresden ching
lady, to be cuddied but not confided
in. She smiled at that, too.
‘ Fortunately the Alice Mays of lfe are
rare. Hut the next time you envy a
celebrated dancer who marries her mile
Honaire admirer or sneeringly comment
On & cabaret singer who elopes with an.
other woman's husband, remember that
She may be too weak to take what
#he wants from life and has to accept
the chieap substitutes for happiness that
she can't resist. |
Have you met Alice May Wright?
What Ho! If You Would Skating Go.
Reprinted by permission of Harper’s Bazar, the only Magazine of
Fashion, Fiction and Society for the woman who knows,
published continuously for over fifty years.
Here is a graceful skating suit cut
on most delightful lines. Of hunters’
green jersey cloth, im combination
with lolinsky Jur, the effect ia very
‘rlmrmmg. Moreover, the general out
line typifies the season’s long, sweep
ing atyle. The tasscled cap adds a de
cidedly smart note to the whole,
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The Manicure Lady
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
o 6 GOT a stack of Christmas cards
l to send out, George,” sald the
Manicure Lady “That's my
System this year—nothing but cards to
my friends —cards and regards.”
"I ain't even going to send out cards,”
sald the Head Barber. “I'm going to
Rot a few little things for up home, but
If my friends won't be my friends
‘whhnul reminders, 1 stand to lose 'em
all”
“I think that there Yuletide spirit Is
overdid,” declared the Manicure Lady.
“I ain’t had & tip this week. Kven my
best customers is tightening up on tips.
and some of them must be fixing thelr
nalls up home, because they ain't
shown lately. Joe Blow aln't been in
for two weeks, and | know he ain't
sick, because 1 seen him the other d‘y‘
tulking to a movie actor, and he looked
like the welterweight champlon. You
gotta show me, George, about all this
'pronporny that there war has fetched
us.'’
“It's better, though,” said the Head
Barber, “to be getting along here the
WAY we are than to be over in that
Jam. | seen a moving ploture last night
of & battle over there, and. believe me,
I don't want to be part of no such do
ings. There was genty dropping on
every side ™
‘ “lLet's not thing gbout it sald the
Manicure lLady. “I'd rather keep on
talking about Christmas. Father was
)uyln. last night that he is going to
loosen up considerable, but that's his
lm. He can’t ever figure on being
rich, George, with that big heart of
his. If everybody was like father there
wouldn't be no bread line.
“And brother Wiifred s there with
the big heart, too, only he aln't there
with the bankroll te back 1t up. Me
got twenty last week for some Christ-
MAS poems (0 go on postal cands, but
iho didn’t have the twenty that many
minutes, and he don't know where he
lhloi!lmlflnummmu.
count of the season being late. 1 think
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Mo
b Pl
this verse he wrote for a card is kind o(‘
cute, don't you George? Listen: \
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“A merry Christmas 1 wish to you, |
And all your relatives as well,
And hope that when the day is through
You will have presents very swell,
I'a ke to give you one myself,
But lately I ain't got no pelf.”
“That ain't bad,"” sald the Head Bar
ber. “If I could dope out a gift like
that I'q seng it to a lot of my cus
tomers. Maybe some of them 'd come
acfoss with what they owe me.’
"“Gee, that's a flerce Christmas
speech!” exclaimed the Manicure Lady.
“I wonder what's getting into you,
George. If the horses was running now
I would think it was that."
“It ain't that,” sald the Head Bar
ber, “and 1 know that ain't a nice hol
iday splel, but when prices is where
they are a fellow can't help kind of
yearning for what's coming to him.
Well, 'm sorry T said it If it's going
to spoll your Christmas You're a good
Kid, you are, ang If | was rich you'd
get some swell remembrance from me.
As it Is, I'm right here where you can
See me every day, and the way it looks
we'll both be here a long time. Right
next, sir!"
The Old Tinder Box.
It Is scarcely a century ago “ince a
tinderbox was an essential part of the
equipmént of every home, but so sud
denly and completely did it become ob
solete and disappear from the JAst of
Neceasary (hings “at even to men in
middle life its name is redolent of an
tiquity, and few could, with confidence,
€ive an account of its shape or use.
Freed From Bondage.
Gardener—l am going to leave, sir. 1
CAR't stand the missus!
Employer-—Too striet, is she?
Gardener—Yes, sir. She keeps forget
ting that I can leave any time, and
bosses me about Mr‘ It 1 was you!
;‘- . |
] tar Icecipes
A AN AR AN A DA ebAT s
The following recipes have been tested and approved by Good
Housekeeping Institute, conducted by GOOD HOUSEKEEPING,
and are republished here by special arrangement with that publi
cation, the Nation’s Greatest Home Magazine.
All measurements are leve!, stand
ard half-pint measuring cups, table-
Spoong, and teaspoons being used.
Sixteen level teblespoonfuls equal a
half pint. Quantities are sufficient
for six persons unless otherwise
stated. Flour is sifted once before
measuring.
Apple Dumplings.
Four apples, 2 cupfuls sugar, milk,
butter, cinnamon and rich biscuit
dough.
Make a rich biscuit dough of two
cupfuls of flour, four teaspoonfuls
baking powder. one teaspoonful salt,
and four tablespoonfuls lard, and
milk to make a dough as soft as can
be handled comfortably (about three
quarters cupful will be needed). Roll
out thin like piecrust and cut Into six
equal sections. Have ready four ap
ples peeled and cut in eighths; heap
about six pieces of apple on each sée
tion of biscuit dough, add a small
plece of butter, cinnamon and a cup
ful of sugar divided equally between
the six. Gather the dough up around,
pinching together at the top. Place
In deep baking pan; pour over them
a pint of bhoiling water in which a
cupful of sugar,*a heaping teaspoon
ful of butter and one-fourth tea
spoonful of cinnamon have: been
stirred. Bake about forty-flve min
utes in a hot oven, covering them at
the last if they get too brown. To
be eaten either hot or cold, and pre
ferably with cream.
Boston Cake.
One cupful sugar, 1-2 cupful but
ter, 2 eggs, 1 cupful flour, 1.4 tea
spoonful salt, 1| teaspoonful baking
powder, 1-3 cupful cornstarch, 1-2
cupful milk, 1 teaspoonful vanilla.
Cream together the sugar and but
ter, break into this one egg, and beat.
Bift the flour three times, the last
time adding the salt, baking powder
and cornstarch. Add a little of this
to the first mixture, stir in the second
egg and the milk, then the remalning
flour and the vanilla. Bake in a
moderate (375 degree Fahrenheit)
oven, in a loaf or in two layers. If
the layers are used, put together with
chocolate frosting and cream flling.
Marshmalliow Frosting.
One and one-half cupfuls granu-
Inted sugar; whites of 2 ¢R¥s beaten
stiff; 1.4 pound marshmallows, 1-2
cupful water.
Boil sugar and water until it will
form a soft ball. Remove from fire
and add marshmallows cut in pieces,
Here is a fascinating skating cos
tume, designed by Bulloz. As blue
and gray are the season’s fashionable
color combinations, this suit of sap
phire blue velvet with gray fur meets
the demand of the ultra particular
and charms by its simplicity and
smartness, y
AR
and beat into the stiffly beaten}
whites of the eggs. Beat until right
consistency to spread, and place be-‘
tween the layers and on top. |
Fig Muffins. ‘
Two and one-half cupfuls bread
flour, 1 tablespoonful salt, 4 tea
spoonfuls baking powder, 1.8 tea
spoonful soda, 1 cupful cooked figs
and juice, 1-2 cupful milk, 3 table
spoonfuls melted shortening, 1 egg,
beaten,
Mix ingredients together in order
given and beat well. Put into hiss
ing-hot muffin pans and bake from
twenty-five to thirty minutes in a
moderate oven, starting at 375 de-
Erees Fahrenheit, then decreasing the
‘heat..
W“W\MMW
| Do You Know i
The sky of Italy is noted for its clear
ness. The blue is deeper, not because
the dust there is finer than in the
rnorthem countries, but because in the
countries of the North, due to the
greater coolness of the air, the vapor
more readily condenses upon the dust
particles. The dust particles thus be
come larger and consequently not so es-.
fective In turning back the blue rays
alone, but others are also reflected and
A grayish effect Is produced. In a sin
gle location the blue of the *ky may
Appear bluer at one time than another,
The sky is oftentimes said to be very
blue when some white cumulous clouds
are outlined against it. The sky is then
A deep blue by contract with the bril-
Hant white, After a shower, when the
’lower stratum of air is washed of ite
coarse dust particles, a deeper and purer
' blue is the result,
} 0 gy
The flesh of the forequarters of the
‘huv:r has something of the flavor of
‘beef, while that of the hindquarters has
a fishy taste.
) 2z
The Missouri Jabor unions have 110,-
412 members.
L o e
There are about 1,300 gas plants in
this country,
' 559
| Borghum grain Is a valuable poultry
feed. |
5.8 9 ‘
[ United States yearly imports 500,000
birds
Polly Found the Way
HEN Caleb Johnson, of the
W_J’ohnnon Dry Goods Store,
came home for dinner, he
was plainly out of sorts. *
“That smart Alex that bought out
the Dawson’s has a half page ad in
the Times this week,” he growled.
“Well, daddy, is that a crime?”
asked Polly, cheertully, as she helped
him to his favorite piece of chicken.
This question elicited scorn too
deep for words, so he only séowled at
pretty Polly.
~ After a moment he resumed: “And
the young upstart has his window all
filled with jimcracks and folderoys—
he's trying to ape Chicago. He will
‘be Tunning a delivery wagon next.”
. “How delightful,” chirruped Polly,
“Daleville has snoosed along here so
long I'm glad something is going to
‘waken us up.”
‘ “Snoozed on,” exploded her father,
“Snoozed on, have 1,” reducing her
izeneraltles to a personal affair.
“Well, T haven't neglected to ‘shooze’
‘nut your bread and butter pretty
)freely. at any rate.”
“Yes, 1T know, daddy, dear, 6 and
'plemy of if, and all of the best quality
‘besides. But now that you have our
pantry stocked with more than
‘enough to last our natural lives, and
‘have had everything your own way
for more than thirty years, why fly
into a rage because someone else
comes along and wants to try his
‘hand In the bread and butter busi
ness. Besides, you have always said
it was your dream.to retire, and raise
chigkens and bees; sowhydon't you
do it?” |
~ “And give up to that college jacka- |
‘nape ? Never, T would like to retire
—in fact, T had made up my mind
to do o this year, but to retire from
‘business is altogether different from
‘being run out, let me tell you. I
don't want ta be run out. I've good
fishting blood In me yet if T have
‘snoozed’ for thirty years, and Joe
Lacy will ind it out, too.”
- “Joe Lacy!” exclaimed Polly. “lls
that who has bought out the Daw
son's? Why Joe Lacy was fullback
on the university football team lut}
year.”
“Fullback, was he. Well he is a
full-cheek now, and no mistake,” as
serted her father.
~ “Oh, dear,” said Mrs. Johnson a
moment later, as she and Polly
watched the irate merchant going
iwith his long strides back to the
store, “I'm afraid now your pa will
'get contrary and not close out his
store as he promised me he would.”
'And she sighed, for the chickens and
‘bees had alluring prospects for her.
The next day as Polly was going
down the street she came face to face
with Joe Lacy. “Why Miss Johnson,”
he said, in responce to her greeting.
“I had no idea I'd have the pleasure
of meeting you in Daleville.”
~ “Nothing more natural” she
laughed. Tl'm the daughter of Mr.
Caleb Johnson, and I hear hostilities
have begun between you and dear old
dad.”
} “I'm sorry, Miss Johnson—it is en
tirely unintentional on my part I as
lsure you. T honestly believed there
‘was room in Daleville for me, or 1
never should have come.”
“And so there is,” she said. “Don't
take ! Daddy too seriously, for he
doesn’t do that himself.”
Lacy gazed after her a moment,
when she passed. “I always admired
| Miss Johnson,” he thought, “but I
never noticed before how pretty she
is. By George, I believe she is the
prettiest girl I ever saw in my life,
And so she is Caleb Johnson's daugh
ter. I wish the old gentleman
wasn't 8o pig-headed,” and he looked
very sober, .
' And Polly was thinking, “I never
knew until today that Joe Lacy was
s 0 handsomé, He looks like a Greek
god-—or, at least, 'as 1 suppose a
Greek god would look If he should
come to Daleville and engage in the
dry goods trade.
That evening Mr, Johnson said, ae
cusingly, “I saw you talking to that
smart Aleck today, Polly.”
“If you mean Mr. Lacy, yes, Dad
dy,” she replied, sweetly, ‘and 1t
wasn't the first time, either, I knew
him in college; you remember. He
was consldered a gentleman there,”
“Well, gentleman or not, it's to be
- Anecdotes of the Famous |
~ Mr. Rooseveit tells the following:
’ A schoolboy was asked:
~ ““Who was the first man?"’
. “George Washington,” he replied.
~ “Nonsense,” sald the teacher. “What
makes you say that?™
“Because,” replied the boy. repeating
a well-known quotation, “He was ‘First
in war, first In peace, and first in the
hearts of his countrymen.' "™
“That may be,” commented the teach
er, “but nevertheless Adam was the
first man.”
“Oh,” retorted the boy, with fine con
tempt, “if you are talking about for
eigners.” |
- 5 9
Mark Hambourg, the planist, says that
on one occasion, at a small place where
he was due to appear, he inquired
where he could hire a pilano, and found
that the only one available was an an
clent-looking instrument in a small
*how. He asked if he could borrow it
the last time you hawve anything i,
do with him,” he fairly shouted. ‘l,
‘you hear.”
" “Yes, I hear, Daddy.
“Have some of this pudding, Da.
}dy—-—it's delicious. I made it mysel’
‘Take plenty of dressing and you wi|
think it's the best thing vou e
tasted.” And Mr. Johnson turned hi«
attention duly to the dessert.
At a picnic next week Mr. Lac
sought Polly and said, “Let’s sit her
}on the log, Miss Johnson, and ialx
of Auld Lang Syne.” And Polly said
demurely, “I am not allowed to talk
to you, Mr. Lacy.” But she seate!l
herself, nevertheless.
“Oh,” he exclaimed, “is it as bad
as that?” and he looked very grave
“I'm so sorry, Miss Johnson. Wha!
can we do? If he just wasn't vour
father.”
And for the life of him he could
not prevent a little tenderness from
creeping into his voice.
Polly noted this and blushed.
“If T could sell 'out,” he continued.
“I would go to—to Jericho. Your
father is selling goods 8o low tha!
it is folly for me to compete. He ha«
his farm and bank stock back of him
but T have nothing. Ruin stares me
in the face.”
“No, it doesn't,” Polly declared
“Don’t be discouraged. There will be
a way out, T just know. Wait and
see.”
The winter dragged on, but the
finances of Mr. Joseph Lacy did not
Improve. Mr. Johnson continued o
sell goods so low that customers
came from far and near, while Lac)
was left with little trade.
“Run me out, will he?” chuckled
Mr. Johnson. “Well, T guess not, I'm
not the running kind.”
“Joe Lacy never tried to run you
out, Daddy,” protested Polly, hotly,
“This is a free country--he had .
right to come and give you fair pla:
and he expected fair play from you it
return. You are hurting yourself and
ruining him.”
“But I won't be run out,” he re
peated, doggedly.
“It's no use. 1 can’t hold on anv
longer,” said Joe one evening as the:
sat together at her aunt’s—whare, b
the way, they met quite frequently of
late. “I'm a bankrupt. There is no
way out, Polly,” he concluded dis
mally, and th 2 caress in his tones as
he pronounced her name showed
plainly enough the length to which
his feelings for Polly had gone,
“But there is a way, Joe,” she said,
rather faintly.
He was brushing off imaginary
specks from his sleeve. “I don’t see
the way Polly—you are an astute lif
tle body—perhaps you will show me
how to find it.”
“There is a way,” she repeated,
softly, “only—only you are so stupid
you won't see it,” and she blushed
a rosy red.
He looked up quickly, and she cast
her eyes down.
“Polly, Polly,” he exclaimed in rap
ture. “You don’t mean it, dear. Is
there hope for me in spite of your
father's opposition?” And he took
both her hands in his own.
“Daddy’s heart is softer than yon
think, Joe,” she said. “I'm his only
child and he will not oppose you
longer when he finds your interests
and my own are the same.”
That evening Polly stole up quietly
behind her father and put both arms
around his neck. “Daddy,” she said,
“you are anxious to get out of this
mess. You know you are too stub
born to give up in the face of opposi
tion. You want to get out of it as
badly as Joe does. You say you
won't be run out, so how would you
like to give up the buéiness—to, well,
Say your son-in-law, Joe Lacy?™
“What! What's that, Polly?’ he
roared. Then he jumped from his
chalr and looked at her to see if she
had suddenly taken leave of her
sense. One glance at the radiant
face was enough.
“Well, T'lll be Jiggered,” he ex
claimed. He walked to the rack, took
down his hat and started for the door.
with his hand on the knob, he turned
and there was a twinkle in his eye
as he sald, “I'm going out now and
engage Bill Bmith to make me a lot
of bee hives; ana I want to hunt up
lu nice litfle place where I can live in
peace. Good-night!”
for his performance.
“You could not play on it, leastways,
not as it Is,” replieq the owner, “for it's
full of books, Jim,” he bawled, “whera
is the inside of this plano?
And Jim's volce from upstairs replied:
“Aln’t 1t out in .tho n:flon?"
-
One winter night an old hawker en
tered the bar of the Old Bell Tavern,
Fleet street, and offered the customers
Sets of three studs for one penny. Phil
May sald to him:
“'You are just the man I want!”
Hoholnlym-md.wflflm
hawker a five-shilling plece. The bar
‘maid sald to Phil May
“l believe, Phil, you would give your
coat to the first beggar who asked for
"
“Well, miss.” replted the artist, “thers
would be no harm in that! St Martin
Eave his coat to a beggar, and he was
& better man than Phil May, lam ooly
& Wicked sinner™