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A STORY OF EARLY WEDDED LIFE {
Jim, Having Won His Wager, Invites the Whole Company
to Dinner On His Winnings.
By Anne Lisle,
(Copyright, 1918, by King Features Syn
dicate, Ine.)
CHAPTER XLIX,
“ OLKS, you're all invited to dine
F wherever Bvvy designates. I've
just cleaned up alomost two
hundred on her hunch about that Yan
kee Kid CGreyson,” crfed Jim in a voice
of triumph.
He had rallled from the momentary
collapse caused by his shock of happi
ness at the vietory of the boy on whom
he had staked all his money for the
woek to come. And this was his reply
to Bvvy's little murmur: “You can take
me to dinner!”
Was this big party what Evey had
mtended? 1 looked at her face—her lips
emiled, her wide blue eyes told noth
e
Jim was all animation now. As every
thing about him had twitched when he
was waiting for the verdict of success
or loss, #so now he seemed to fairly
dance In every pulse and fiber.
Betty and Terry didn't appear to ghare
in the general rejolcing, but rather to
draw close In a common cause. Vir
#inla also was a qulet and subdued. 1
wondered If ghe felt any of the terror
that seemed to be actually tearing at my
dry throat, But she gave me no glance
of understanding, and Betty and Terry
avoided my eyes
1 realized they all had some knowl.
efge they wished to hide from me. It
was almost too late for that now, Rut
whatever their attitude toward the
means by which he had made his little
#tore of wealth no one had the heart to
deny Jim's right to be host to our party.
In his Joy there was a generous anality
~~and a riging from the humiliation of
being a guest too often,
“Where do we go, Bvvy,” asked Jim,
With a Nttle air of importance, Evvy
laid her had on his arm: ° |
. “Shall we have a committes meeting
about it, Jimmy boy?"
There was no refusing her wistful
eyes, her guivering lips, the lttle note
of pleading in her husky vbice. Jim
Heaned down to her.
And the rest of us shuffled about a bit
impatiently, while the crowdl began to
surge by, and a mass of men out on the
track seethed about the winning ear
and the cameras focussed on the grin
ning “Yankee Kid" |
: To & Small Inn,
At last BEvvy Jjumped to her feet, eyes
adance:
"We are going around to the Bay,
‘#ood people,” she exclaimed. “You fol-
Jow our ear while we direct Capt@in
Winston to an adorable little inn whevy
e oan have a table out on the balcony,
ans a dinner——"
~ Bvvy's volee trailed off into a whisper
fAnd she kissed the tips of her rosy
fAngers in ecotacy. Bho looked lke a
ém‘"’ fairy-—-and quite adorable. For
A second her eyves fastened on Neal's,
‘but the boy caught his glance away and
Jeaned down to little Phoebe agnin.
~ In that moment Virginia looked at me
‘almost as if she were asking a question
I smiled encouragingly, but she stiffene
AEAIn to remoteness as if 1 had failed to
understand—and the moment passed
- Sheldon towered above Virginla p)k
tectingly. He was completely satisfied
with the day's events.
~ "Lead on, Fair Evelyn-we follow,"
he chanted, burlesque fashion.
- Catehing Jim's hand fn hers with a
m‘mmm Bvelyn started, But
out his other hand to me--
x in a mase of unhappiness and won
der 1 took his hand. Warmly his fin
i Conservation Pies
wpy WRKEY or ple? If you can’t have
T turkey at your Thanksgiving
- dinper this year, and you must
substitute something else. you can
_stfll have your Thanksgiving savour
_of ante-bellum days if you will have
~ The city housewife, with the many
;“ upon her time, will find It more
_eonvenient to purchase a pumpkin
eraeaed. Then, too, if you make your
gumpkin ‘pie at home vou can have
three ples for the price of one pur
‘chased at the bakeshop.
Here is a plain-crust war-time ple
that almost any amateur can make
_suoccessfully. A standard half-pint
measuring cup Is used and all meas
urements are taken level,
) PIE CRUST. :
~ Half a oup barley or rice flour, 1
qup wheat flour, 3-4 teashoonful salt,
1.8 cup vegetable shortening, ice wa
ter,
~ Mix salt with flour; cut in shortén
ing with two knives; molsten to a
dough with leed water: toss on a
floured board, pat, roll eut very gen
tly: now roll the paste up like a jelly
roll; cut in half; roll out to thickness
of & quarter inch; fit on a greased pie
plate: brush over the edge with cold
wiater and place 3-4-Inch rim of paste
on it.
Light handling-—especially rolling
very gently-—~is essential for a tender
erust. Having all ingredients cold
_and accurately measured is another
‘wasential. The quhntity given above
I 8 enough for two falrly large one
or pies, |
~ Mere is an excellent recipe for
§ . PUMPKIN FILLING. ‘
_ One and one-hall cups steamed
‘:fl #trained pumpkin, 2-3 cup mo
lassen, 1-2 teaspoon ginger, 1.2 tea-|
‘spoon malt, ! teaspoon clnnamon, 2
eggs, 1 pint milk 1 tablespoon melted
[4fl!v. o
Mix in the order given Add the ago.
TUEGRORGIANS O MAGAZINE-~PAGHE
gers curled against my palm, and he
drew me close to his gide.
Was Evvy to Jim only a pretty, pet
ulant child, consoling herself for the
degertion of Sheldon—and even the
boy Neal® Or was she a woman-—the
woman he had almost married?
As we edged our way through the
good-natured, elbowing, laughing throng
Evvy fell silent, I wondered what
thoughts followed so close on the prat
tling she had hushed, 1 peered around
Jim's arm and found her smiling
through narrowed eyes.
“Hurry, Jim; hurry! I think I see
some one 1 know"-—again her volce
trafled off.
Through a gap In the crowd [ caught
a glimpse of a familiar figure, bulking
large in the holiday throng. It was
Tom Mason. And near him was a gray
halred figure at once strange and fa
miliar,
“Do hurry a bit, Jimmie-boy. There's
kood old cousin Tom. Just back from
eamp, I'll wager—and Kvvy wants to
#ce her big cousin, Do push harder for
Pvvy, who tipped you to the ‘Yankee
Kia.' Please-—~Jimmie boy!" pleaded
Hvelyn in her little throaty, trembling
volte,
Jim turned to Sheldon, who was just
back of us with Virginla:
“Come on, Shelly—help me with a
‘eenter rush. Fvvy sees Ler cousin and
‘shn wants to welcome him home.”
Sheldon, laughing like a boy planning
‘ to wriggle into the circus tent, put Vie
| ®inta’s hand in mine and jolned Jim in
, & great heaving, breasting motion that
pushed Its way through the surge of
humanity ahead of us.
Only for a Moment.
As we followed, 1 ventured to squeeze
Virginia's fingers In mine. And-—all
glory to the holiday spirit—Virginia's
'hnnd twined cloge and warm In re
sponse. For the moment I was over
joyed, but only forsthe moment. . ‘
Then Jim and Sheldon “bucked the
line” again. It heaved around them and
closed, pushing out into the open with
them on a grassy spot near the ears.
Just to the right, peering at the parked
automobiles, was Tom Mason, and with
him the gray-halred man.
“Tom! Tom!" cried Evvy in a sur
prisingly clear and penetrating voice,
He turned and came toward us. His
companion followed.
Virginta's hand turned leyv in my
clasp, With a jerk, she withdrew it.
Tom Mason's companion was her hue
band--Pat Dalton!
There was nowhere for Virginia to go,
nothing for her to do. The rest of our
party were somewhere behind in the
press of people surging along.
Tom fairly hurleq himself upon us in
grecting—and a yard or two behind
sauntered handsome Pat Dalton in hlnl
careless fashion, 1 flashed my eyes
around to Evvy., BShe was biting onel
corner of her red mouth, but she seem
ed bubbling with laughter that brimmed |
up to the corners of her narrowed eyes.
Pat Dalton was within three feet of
us now. His glance roamed the erowd,
Then it turned to “Tom's friends"
and focussed on Virginia. A flash! Then
a glazed curtaln over his eyes. A
quiver of the nostrils llke the quivering
of a sensitive, thoroughbred horse,
Then Pat Dalton turned on his heel,
and the erowd closed about him, }
(To Be Continued.) !
A Good Stain Mixture, <,
Take an ounce of sal.-ammoniae and |
salt of tartar, mix, and pour over
them a pint of soft water. Dip lntal
it those parts of a white article
smlrml. with wine, fruit or mlldew.’
After the stains have thus been re
moved wash in the usual manner.
unbeaten eggs to the mixture and
beat them as you beat the mixture,
So many people just eat the pump
kin fllling and discard the crust that
many housewives who are practicing
conservation are making erustiess
ples. Just put the filling into the
plate and bake it. If you wish, vou
can put a tiny rim of paste on the
edge of the pan just for “appear
ances.” |
‘lf you want a little change from
your usual eranberry sauce, suppose
you try
, MOCK CHERRY PIE.
Mix together ene cup of cranberries
out in halves, one-half cup of raisins
that bave been stoned and chopped,
one tablespoon flour and one-half cup
honey or other sweetening agent. Dot
over with bits of butter and bake in
one crust or two. If one crust is
used, a meringue may be spread over
the top. To make this, beat up the
white of one egg until stiff, add a few
drops of lemon juice and gradually
|.bem in one level tablespoon of sugar,
When the ple is done, spread this
meringue over the top or force it
through a pastry tube. Return to the
; oven for éne minute until a very deli
cate brown, Remember that meringue
buins easily, so wateh closely, One
miinute is usually long enough in & hot
uven,
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Is Your Love Real?
DOES IT STAND THE TEST? Gn
! By Beatrice Fairfax.
| l I OW can one know whether one's
_' love is real?
' What are the tests to which
| one should subject oneself?
Being able to display many of the
most celebrated symptoms doesn't
prove by any means thlt these are
‘lnspirvd by one's predestined other
eIl 1t may be just a case of being
:tunaly, or belng flattered, or being
sorry for somebody, It's highly im
l portant, but sometimes far from easy, ‘
' to be able to determine whether one's ‘
deliciously terrible malady is love or
near love, ’ |
A 19. year-old girl who wants helpi
In diagnoking her own case has writ. |
ten me an uncommonly sincere and
interesting letier. She asks:
| "What is Love? 1 know it is & hard
- question to answer, but | have never
been able to discover it. Sometimes
I think I love one young man, who is
a traveling salesman, but very quiet,
and after he is away for several
weeks 1 don't miss him. Then when
'he is home I wonder what is wrong
1 with me, for I feel that I could never
let him go away again.
l “I suppose lam too young to know
| what it is. But so many of my girl
friends are getting married now and
their husbands leaving for ‘Over
There,’ and how do they know what
love {8 on short acquaintance? 1
have known this man for many {onrfl
and he says, too, that when he Is
away the first wouple of weeks h&
misses me terribly, but it wears o
gradually, and then when he is home
he doesn’t see how he could go away
again. Is this the selfish part of hu
imnnlty or I 8 it 8o with everyone?”
To me, it doesn't seem a mysferious
vase, that of this extremoly nice
young girl and her “quiet” lover
They are more or less allke In tem
perament, they are the best of
friends, and their friendship Isn't
marred by misundebstanding or dis-
ARreement,
. A= to whether this is love or not, 1
think Miss “Inquisitive,” as she calls
hersell, has already applisd the test.
Separation the Test.
. There can't he a better tf“t than
'separation. And it's a test that the
love of these young pco:le doesn’t
stand. With the most friendly and
| wholesome frankness they admit it to
each other.
For a few woeks they are lonaely,
even painfully so. The pleasant hab.
its of companionship have been inter.
rupted. a fandliar friendly presence is
lacking.
But ae the davs paxe, the gap
stendily closes. In h month each of
| them is contented again, Ihey don't
even pretend to themselves that they
are miserable. They admit wonder
ingly that at the end of this brief
‘wfil they don't suffer at all, and
they would like to be told why it is
that they can be so cheerful.
The reason is, of eourse, that they
are not in love. Ahsence, separation,
distance-~these are words that love
doesn’t recognize.
The quiet, happy friemdship that
“Inguisitive” describes lacks the
touch of magic that would convert it
into love,
For the most prosy, “practical”
people in the world acquire a new
faculty when they fall in love. They
develop imagination. While love lasts,
they are not only the subjects of a
lover's wizardry, but they are them
selves wizards. Space and time, light
and darkness, autumn and spring, no
longer exist for them. They live
within a rainbow-—coiored bubble--
world of their own making, and they
don't clearly perceive any other hu
man beings except the Chosen One.
The Chosen One, they are, however,
vividly conscious of, even-{f he or
she is a thousand miles away, and
remains there for months or years at
'a time. That's one of the magic gifts
of love.
+And this consciousness of the ah
gent lover doesn’t “wear off gradual-
Iy, It becomes flercer and more in
tense. It gives lovers extraordinary
experiences. It llrives them to ex
traordinary actions. They cross
worlds to look upon each other's
faces., They writé poems that live
for centuries. They are quite likely
te bhe looked upon as madmen. And
all because they are in the driving
grasp of love,
You will see from this that love
lan't a pretty plaything, but a dis
turbing, tormenting foree, “Inquisi
tive” would searcely be tRe tranquil
and contented girl she is If she and
her excellent friend were truly inlove
with each other. Some day she will
doubtless find this out for herself,
And then perhaps she will look back
almost with envy on this present
| period of serene companionship.
It's perfectiy true, of course. that
many people—of whom 1 don't think
Ylnquisitive” is one-—complete long
and happy lives withaut ever know.
ing anything ymore wild and sweet
and dangerous than near love, Per.
haps this may prove to bhe the case
with some of the young mirls this let
ter refors to, who marry after an ae.
quaintance go, brief that It hardly
soems as it rodl lgve conld have had
time to take root
Put they arc the people who never
econcern thamsclyves ax to whether
their love 18 real or merely a cheerful
imitation. And {t.may be that for
them, as for most of us, something
less than the tumultuous ecstasy of
rmldlm'e Is n& much as ean be man
agea.
For that's another test of real lave.
hy !h‘ way. It's not easily managed.
Indeed. unless you nre generously
equipped with character and will [t
has n most nw}w-rd way of manag
ing you, ¢ s
Anecdotes of the
Famous
HE Lord.Chgneellor of Ireland,
I Bir James Campbell, whosq name
has been so much to the fore re
cently, tells an amusing story concern-
Ing an American soldier who was being
shown around London.
‘“Yes,” he said to his guide, *you
have some flne places here, We ain't
got nothing like them in America.
That place, now,"” pointing to the hom
at Kuston BStation, “that's a gra
place! You do things on a much
larger scale than we do.”
“Oh,” same tre reply, ‘T always
thought things were ever so ‘much big
‘nr in America.”
“Nope,” said the American. “That
‘there place, now—we'd think It ever
80 much too big for its purpose.”
L AR Tmrlad the other. “But you
see a lot o .people visit London through
‘this station! and surely you have ho
tels in America as big as that?”
~ “Hotel!” was the American's surpris
ed comment. “D’you call that a hotel?
Great snakes! 1 thought it was the
’ucm office!"
. . . ’
Prince Albert of England recently
recalled with a chuckle “an incident
that occurred when, ona& day, he and
his younger brother, Prince Henry,
were mmln!lna as boys together in the
country near Sandringham.
_An individual somewhat the worse
‘for liguor passed the tyo children, and
they followed him to'see what he
‘would do. He lurched along for a
while, and finally entered the village
barber's. -
“A ghave" he said.
The little boys peeped through the
window at him. He sat in the operat
ing chalr, but alreadv was asleep, and
his chin was sunk upon his breast,
The barber lfted his chin and lather
ed it, It fell again immediately, With
an impatient exclamation the barber
again lifted it Again it fell,
The lather smeared over the towel.
“Hang it, man,”” the barbeér said,
shaking the sleeping man, I can't
!lh;:\.'fl you if you don't hold your head
up!" : .
The queeér customer opened his dull
eyes.
“Cut my hulr..tha;n.". he murmured,
Lady Byn{. wife of Rir John Byng,
who has taken a leading part in the
novement for utilizing waste grouhd
for vegetable culture 'n _and about the
tiny é‘m-x hamiet of Thoerpe-le-Soken
where her home i, tells an amusing
story concerning a little hoy of six, the
son of one of the villagers.
1t appears that the youngster, ime
bued by the war spirit, pestered his
father to buy him an air-gun.
“What for?' asked his dad,
“Well, if 1 had one I would be ahble
to shoot all these heastly German spar
rows that are flying around.”
“German sparrows!” peplied the boy's
rrn.er. “These are just ordinary Eng-
Hsh nmrmm-. So far as 1 know there
{& no such ti ln&u a German lp‘rrow.”
“These are German” insisted the
. “Dilin't 1 see them enfln‘l all the
E‘an in our allotment. and if they was
glish they wouldn't do that'
Westminster Abbey.
The name “Westminster Abbey” Is
shortened from the fuller phrase,
“Westminster Abbey Church”-~the
ehurch, that is, of the Abbey of
Westmingter, Up to the year 1504,
in the reign of Henry Vlll, the “Ab
bey,” as we u“ it today, was the
church of a Ben Wi manasteny.
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A Conscript's Christmas (Cont.).
APTAIN MOSELEY made no
. response, but gazed Into the
fire. Chadwick, on the other
hand, when Lovejoy's name was men
tioned, slapped himself on the leg,
and straightened himself up with the
air of a man who has made an in
teresting discovery,
“Come now,” Colonel Watson in
sisted, “hain’t it so? Didn't Wesley
Lovejoy send you?’
“Well,” said Moseley, “a man
named Lovejoy is on Colonel War
ing’s staff, and he gave me my or
ders.”
At this the old man fairly shrieked
with laughter, and so sinister was its
emphasis that the two soldiers felt
the cold chills creeping up their
backs.
“What 1s the matter with Love-
Joy?" It was Chadwick who spoke.
“Oh, wait!™ cried Colonel Watson;
“thes wait. You mayn't want to wait,
but you'll have to. I may look like
I'm mighty puny. an’ I 'spec’ 1 am,
but I hain't dead yit. Lord A'mighty,
no! Not by a song shot!”
There was a pause here, during
which Aunt Crissy remarked, in a
helpless sort cf way:
“1 wonder wher' Polly is, an’ what
she's a-doin'?
“Don't pester Tong of Polly”
snapped the paraiytic. “She knows
what she's a-doin’.”
“About this Wesley Lowejoy,” sald
Captain Moseley, turning to the old
man; “you seem to know him very
well.” :
“You hear that, William!” ex
claimed Colonel Watson. “He as:s
me es 1 know Wes, Lovejoy! Do I
know him? Why, the triflin’ houn'!
I've hnowed him ev'ry sence he was
big enough te robh a hen-roos'.”
Uncle Billy Powers, in his genial
way, tried to change the current of
conversation, and he finally succeed
ed, but it was evident that Adjutant
Lovejoy had one enemy, if not sev
eral, in that humble houschold. Such
was the feeling for Spurlock and con
tempt for Wesley Lovejoy that Cap
tain Moseley and Private Chadwick
felt themselves to be interlopers, and
they once more suggested the neces
gity of pursuving thir journmey. This
suggestion seemcd to amuse the par
alytie, who laughed loudly.
“Lord A'mighty!” he exclaimed, “1
know how you feel, an' I don’t blame
you for feelin’ so: but don’t you go
up the mountain this night. Thes
stay right whar vou is, beca'se es yqu
don't you'll make all your friends teel
bad for vou. Don’t ast me how, don't
ast me why. Thes you stay. Comé
an’ put me to bed, Willlam, an’ don’t
let these folks go out’'n the house this
night.” %
Uncle Rilly carried the old man
into the next room, tucked him away
in his bed, and then came back, Con
versation lagged to such an extent
that Aunt Crissy once more felt
moved to inquire about Polly. Uncle
Billy responded with a sweeping ges
ture of his right hand, which might
mean much or littlee To the two
Confederates it meant nothing, but to
Aunt Crissy It said that Polly had
gone up the mountain in the rain and
cold. Involuntarily the woman shud
dered and drew nearer the fire,
It was in faet a venturesome jour
ney that Polly had undertaken. Hard
ened as she was to the weather, fa
miliar as she was with the footpaths
that led up and down and around the
face of the mountain, her heart rose
in her mouth when she found herself
fairly on the way to Israel Spurlock’s
house. The darkness was almost
overwhelming in its intensity, Ase
Uncle PBilly Powers remarked while
showing the two Confederates 16
their beds in the “shed-room,” there
“was a solid chunk of it from one
eend of creaiion 1o t' other.” The
rain, falling steadily but not heavily,
was bitterly cold, and it was made
more uncomfortable by the wind,
which rose and fell with a muffled
roar, like the sigh of some Titanle
?mt flying hither and yonder in the
ild recesses of the sky. Bold as she
was, the girl was appalled by the In-
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visible contention that seemed to be
going on In the elements above her,
and more than once she paused, ready
to flee, as best she could, back to the
light and warmth she had left be
hind; but the gesture of Chadwick,
with its cruel significance, would re
cur to her, and then, clenching her
teeth, she would press blindly on. She
was carrying a message of life and
freedom to Israel Spurlock,
With the rain dripping from her
hair and her skirts, her face and
hands penumbed with cold, but with
every nerve strung to the highest
tension and evéry faculty alert to
meot whatever danger might present
itself, Polly struggled up the moun
taln path, feeling her way as best she
ecould, and pulling herself along by
the aid of the friendly saplings and
the overhanging trees. ' -
After a while—and it seemed a long
while to Polly, eontending with the
flerce forces of the night and beset
by a thousand doubts and fears—she
could hear Spurlock’s dogs barking.
What if the two soldiers, suspecting
her mission, had mounted their horses
and outstripped her? She had no
time to remen.uer the difficulties of
the mountain road, nor did she know
that she had been on her journey not
more than half an hour. She was too
excited either to reason or to calcu
late. Gathering her skirts in her
hands as she rose to the level of the
clearing, Polly rushed across it to
ward the little cabin, tore open the
frail little gate, and flung herself
against the door with a force that
shook the house.
Old Mrs Spurlock was spinning,
while Israel carded the rolls for her.
Bobbie and His Pa
By William F. Kirk.
¥¥ y ELL, deerest luv, sed Ma to
"J Pa wen he caim hoam last
nite, I have been lissening to
Spirrits today.
Shall 1 git a dockter? sed Pa.
Certainly not, sed Ma. I nevver
felt better. But I have been taik
ing up a study wich is vary inter
esting, sed Ma & maybe I will con
vert you after I git con-verted my
self, sed Ma. I ain't guite sure yet,
sed Ma, but the way it looks to me
now, we do not die wen we die.
I think I better git a dockter, sed
Pa. Maybe it is sumthing like Spir
rit Influenzy
Doant git ridiklus, sed Ma. 1 tell
you we are on the Eve of sum grate
discoveries reegarding Spirrits. ‘ln
sack, sed Ma, we alreddy know that
the spirrits of those wich have
passed on can talk to us & do talk
to us.
I wish I cud beleeve it, sed Pa,
it wud be vary com-fort-ing to
tnow that wen we die on this erth
our trubbles goes marching on. 1
wonder if them spirrits cares wether
we have meatless days or not, sed
Pa. 1 suppose not.
Sum day you will be sorry you
made fun of this butiful beleef, sed
Ma. Jest last nite our set had a
littel meeting wile you was down
town doing war work, sed Ma, &
we learned that we cud talk with
those who left this here Vail of
Teers., T talked with Unkel Henry,
sed Ma, he was awfu! glad to hear
that you were doing so well.
If he was a smart Spirrit, sed Pa,
he wud have knowed I was doing
well without you telling him, 1
tell you, sed Pa, I can't see that
stuff, .
You have the blind eyes of the
erthworm, sed Ma, but ‘one day,
sed Ma, them mists will roll away
& you will be a Spirrit Beleever
like me. Unkel lienry sed he was
awful happy, no work, no worry,
no sadness, sed Ma. He sed if 1
only knew how happy them spirrits
was, I wud be glad to git the In
fluenzy,
That is no kind of talk, sed Pa,
I doant like- that. I wish, sed Pa,
if you have to have sum of them
fads, you wud taik up sumthing nice
& hoamly, llke cooking or knitting,
sed Pa.
Unkel Henry's splrrit sed that
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The noise that Polly made against
the door startled them both. The
thread broke in Mrs, Spurlock’s hanad,
and one part of it curled itself on the
end of the broach with a buzz thag
whirled it into a fantastically tangled
mass. The cards dropped from Israel's
hands with a clatter that added to his
mother’s excitement.
“Did anybody ever hear the bead
of that? she exclaimed. “Run, Isery
an’ see what it {s that's a-tryin’ to
tear the roof off'n the house.”
Israel did not need to be told, now
did Mrs. Spurlock wait for him to go,
They reached the door together, and
when Israel threw it open they saw
Polly Powers standing there, pale,
trembling and dripping.
“Polly!™ oried Israel, taking her by
the arm. He could say no more.
“In the name er the Lord!” esmw
claimed Mrs. Spurlock, “wher’d youy
drop from? You look more ltke a
drownded ghost than you does Ilike
folks. Come right in here an’ dry
vourse’f. What in the name of mercy
brung you out in sech weather®
Who's dead or a-dyin’'?! Why, look
at the gal!” Mrs. Spurlock went on
in a louder tone, seecing that Polly
stood staring at them with wide-open
eyes, her face as pale as death.
“Have they come?" gasped Polly.
“Listen at 'er, Iserl! I b'lieve
my soul she’s done gone an’' run rawe
in’ deesctracted. Shake ‘er, Iseri3
shake 'er.”
Contiry Company: 1583 by, Joo! Chendies
Harris; 1911 by Esther Laßose Harria
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Printed by
permission of and by special arrghgements
with Houghton, Mifflin Company.)
(To Be Continued Tomorrow)
cooking & nitting was pitiful
little things once we got to ware he
is, sed Pa.
I guess there is plenty of cooking
ware yure Unkel Henry is, sed Pa.
He was a gay old sport, the way 1
remembgr him.
Be careful, sed Ma, he will hear
you & he may taik reevenge on you.
It is not good luck to knock a Spirrit,
sed Ma.
Pa looked awful sorry at Ma. I
guess I will have to git a dockter
for you after all, Pa sed. I think
you have a touch of the feever.
Then Ma got mad at Pa & wud
dent talk to him any moar, but I
hoap Pa is rite, I doant want to
see any of them Spirrits wen Ma
puts me to bed & blows out the
lite.
An Awkward Possession.
A cabby and a motor-bus driver raced
for first place in the block of traffie,
and the ecabby won. He glanced in
triumph at the motor-bus driver, wheo
scowled. *“Wot's the matter wiv you?*
asked the cabhy innocently. ‘‘Nothinks
the matter wiv me,” sald the motor-bus
man, “Why?" “Well yer %ave me a
nasgty look,” said the cabby. he motor
bus man grinend. “Well,” he said, “you
certainly ‘ave a nasyt look, but I didn’t
give it yer!"
Guide to Memory.
Mr. Hilderman, who is endeavoring to
inculcate in 10-year-old Thomas a lovt
for things historical: ‘“What ancien
ruler was it who played on a fiddle whlls
Rome was burning?" “Hector, sir.
“No, not Hector. Hector was a Trojan
prince. Try again.’' “Then it was Car
lo.” *“Carlo? What do you mean?"
“Well, then, it must have been Nera
1 knew it was somebody with a dog's
name!™
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