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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
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LETTERS OF ELLA WHEELER WILCOX ON LIFE BEYOND THE GRAVE,
“Two Lovely Cultured Sist
Equipped With Mental Wirel
Produce Unusual Phenomena”
&
—Ella W heeler Wilcox.
(The following hitherto unpublished letiers from America’s greatest
poetess to her Javorite hru'm‘, Marcus P. Wheeler, Windsor, Wis., a Civil
War vetcran, constitute a remarkable human document. At one and the
same time they set forth what she believed her Adertain knowledge of the
life hereafter, based upon cemmunications from her hushand, Robert M.
Wilcoz, who died in 1916, and algo very intercsting sidclights on the daily
life and views of thig writer, whose name iz known to every one who reads.
These letters will be printed in daily installments.)
47566 Wilton Place,
Hollywood, Calif.,
March 31, 1017,
Y Dear Marcus: Please do
M not think that 1 am trying
in the least to proselyte you
when I send you occult magazines
along with the others. 1 shouldn’t
think of beginning your edueation
in that line so late in life. That
will have to walt until you come
again. Never having had any but
the most superficial reading and
no experiences in that line, yoar
views of the matter are quite nat
ural.
But having myself come fn toveh
with such great nrinds, great souls
and great personal experiences, and
having given more thought and
study te this one subject than any
other one, for thirty years, 1 of
course accept my own views as
truer than your own. My Robert
both saw and heard on supernors
mal planes. e was a wonderful
man sane, wholesome, practical,
Yet he certainly had these expe
riences, and so do many of my oth
er friends.
In all my researches, I had last
evening the most interesting ¢xpe
rience of my life. There are two
very lovely cultured sisters here,
who atre mentally equipped with
the wireless apparatus which en
ables them to see and hear and
produce most unusual phenomena.
' They do this only for themselves
and friends, neverfor mwoney. There
was no possibility for fake or fraud
and what happened, as I said be
fore, was the most satisfying of all
my experiments, The Theosophical
Society, which is intent on expos
ing fakes, and sifting the whest
from the chaff, is going to plan an
evening with these interesting sis
ters before long.
You are mistaken in saying that
Sir Oliver Lodge sald Ho didn't
know, that he only believed. Ile
has said quite otherwise; in both
of his books, “The Survival of
Man” and “Raymond.”
I used to be quite puzzled over
the clothes question in apparitions,
Advanced study has made the thing
quite clear to me. Iverything in
the universe comes from one source
—=planets and people, and all that
i in them, and of them, are chem
fenl. When they disintegrate they
all go back into other. Man has
several bodies and each goes to its
chemical place on dissolution, All
of tham can be reformed and ma
teriallzed under certain conditlons.
In the laboratory, the scientists
take a piece of ice and dissolve it
into steam, water, vapor. Then by
another process they freezo it back
into ice again. Although it has
disappeared from the vision for a
time, it reappears at their will. To
the cave man that would have
seemed a mimele,
The body that belongs to each
plane we leave in its proper sphore
on our path to the higher place,
where we are spirits of light. If
for any reason we ever want to
appear in any of those bodies we
can don them temporarily, just as
when 1 go out to the bungalow |
find my old bathing suit and put
it on again for n swim. This is
why 50 many ordered apparitions
(&re described by those who have
\e«n. Robert saw a little lady in
a'gray Quaker bonnet a numhoer
of times while WR were In our
Meriden house. nee in our sea
shore house in broad davlight in
the early morning a little hoy,
which he believed to be ours, came
and stood by the side of our bed,
Business of Homemaking
By Mrs. Christine Frederick.
VENTILATION OF HOME AND
KITCHEN.
T seems a paradox that public
buildings and other institu
tions are so much better
equipped than the homes which
support them. In many points of
heating, plumbing and fire protec
tion the public building is much
more progressive and protected
than the individual house,
This point seems nowhere truer
than regarding proper ventilation.
The newest school buildings are
buiit and installed with systems
which carry off waste gases near
¢he top of the room. Improved
office bulldings are fitted with win
dow ventilators, which do mueh to
keep the rooms at an even tem
perature. Hotel kitchens have thelr
ranges fitted with adequate hoods
for carrying off kitchen odors, but
the house cook can suffer with a
stifling headache and nobody raises
& finger. It has been proved that
& heating system works Dbetter
where there Is a congnual ade
quate amount of fresh air present
in the rooms.
If we can afford it at the time
of house construction, there are
several systems which can be per-
A very gifted man here, Carl
Bronson, a musical composer, Wwus
snapped by a common kodak by a
girl in his choir while at a pienic.
When It was developed he was
surrounded by a number of faces
and forms, all but ope of those
people who had passed bayond the
veil. He promised me a copy of
the picture which 1 am to bhave
soon, It was reproduced in a news
paper, and made a great sansation,
and he was sternly rebuked by the
elders of the church—"the “Joges,™
who, “apt with pluminet and raje
deem whoever surpassed them eith
¢r a knave or a fool.” *
(*Quotation from Harry Kemp's
poem, “Joses, Brother of Josus.™)
I had the pleasant surprise of a
ecall yesterday afternoon from Cous
in Warren and Justine. An old
pupil of his, from Black River Kalls,
{s spending the winter here, and
he and his wife had our cousins
out for a drive and brought them
here. Everybody remarked War
ren's resemblance to President
Wilson, only he is a much hand
somer man. 1 thought he was look
ing his years for the first time,
however, vesterday. I am to spend
the third week end In April Wwith
them.
We give up this house on the Ist
of May, und Addie and Ethel go
on to Lincoln, Nebr, to visit Rob
ert's brother-in-law and daughter,
Harry goes up to his ranch, and 1
go to Arrowhead Springs to take
some mineral baths for two weeks.
Then on the 21st Harry and 1 start
East, picking up Mrs. Wilcox and
Ethel on the way.
Ethel und 1 have reached the
last stage of “efficiency” in eques
trienneism, We are now using the
English saddle, which is very much
ajmb s; pue ‘mwys eSwmsod v oy
like riding with a blanket and stir
rups. If war comes, and women
are called to fill men's places at
home, as they are in Burope, Fth
el and I will be preparcd to act
as mounted police,
No, I don't think it is the same
thing to eat an egg as a chicken,
That which has family life and af
fections 1 do not like to destroy and
feed my body on the carcass.s,
The hen loves her chickens and
fowls become attached to people
who care for them. The same
with animals. It is not so with
fish, nor with eggs. Though [ have
seldom touched meat for years, [
have until recently eaten chicken
One day this summer, while a
friend went into the market T saw
100 fowls crowded Into a space not
large enough for 20, walting
slaughter. 1 realized 1 was aiding
and abetting this barbarous cruelty,
and 1 haven't been able to eat
chicken since.
One of the most brilliant and ro.
bust men I ever met, 37 vears old,
has never in his life tasted meat,
fowl or fish, coffee or alcohol, I
have dozens of vegetarian friends,
who are all fine looking, and full
of vital power. After a century or
two meat eating will bhe placed
alongside of cannibalism--at least
so I think, 1 am tryving to find
out if 1 can conveniently stop eff
and see Sarah on my way REast.
Don’t mention it to her, however,
till T am sure about it,
Faithfully,
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
Topyright, m.o. King Feature Syndicate
(Continued Tomorrow.)
'NOTE—T.\iI interesting se
ries of letters will appear only
in The Atlanta Georgian.
manently installed which insure
continuous removal of carbon diox
ide and waste products and con
tinuous renewal of the oxygen sup
ply. If this is not possible, we can
fit the windows with one of the
many types of small window vene
tilators manufactured now,
Ore of the new model ventilators
consists of an adjustable glass pane
which comes attached to a small
metal strip. This is fastend on
both sides of the window and ex
tends about 8§ inches above the sill.
If it is desired to have only a small
current of air, tha window s raised
to the height of the ventilator, and
the glass pane of the ventilntor
moved forward one notch. If more
’ air 48 desired, the pane can be
pushed forward farther. The ade
’ vaniage of this particular type of
ventilator over some of the older
~ models is that it permits regulate
ing of the temperature and the in
flux of as great or small a supply
of cold alr as desired,
For the kitchen there ix a wide
variety of hoods and ventilators
possible in the kitchen flue. An
electric fan can also be attached
to the flue, and in this way re
move cooking odors. There Is no
lack of means and devices
(Copyright, 1920, Wheeler Syndicate, Ine.)
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little bit simple 'n sweet—“Kets.,” Later I’'ll show you a pair of “Cats”—aristo
crats—real felines. —Nell Brinkley.
APRIL FOLLY =2 .2
By Cynthia Stockley.
Author of “Blue Aloes,” “The Leop
ard,” and many short stories of
unusual charm and cleverness.
6 OU had better come up the
Y lands with me this morn
ing and plant trees,” she
said. That was Clive’s cure for ills
the valleys and down the sides of
of the body and soul—to plant trees
that would grow up and benefit
Africa long after the planters were
dead and forgotten. No one ever
left Ho-la-le-la without having
had a dose of this medicine, and
many an incipient forest lay along
the calleys and down the sides of
the Qua-Qua. So behold April, an
hour or two later, faring forth
with a pick and a basketful of
saplings, followed by Clive leading
the Kerry cow, who wag sick and
needed exercise,
LUNCH IN THE OPEN,
They lunched in the open, rest
ing from their labors and savoring
the sweetness of food earned by
physical labor. Care was stuffed
out of s)xht; dreams and ghosts
faded in the clear, sun-beaten air,
and again April realized what life
could mean in this wonderful land,
given the right companionship and
a clean heart.
Later they wended their way
back, full of the happy weariness
engendered by honest toil. But
nearing home, Clive lifted her nose,
‘and sniffing the breeze like a wild
ass of the desert sensing unfamil
far things, scowled bitterly.
“Petrol!” uhoivjtmuhled. “One of
those stinking motor cars! Why
can't people use horses like gen
tlemen? What's the matter with a
nice mule, even?
As they slouched warily around
the house and came in view of the
stoop she emitted a staccato whis
tle of dismay. Tethered out upon
the vagabondish grass was-—not
one motor car, but three! An opu
lent thing of blinking brass and
crimson leather arrogated to itself
the exclusive shade of the largest
tree; a long, gray torpedo affair
of two seats occupied the pastur
age of the Kerry cow, and blister.
ing in the sunshine, with several
fowls perched upon [t, was an an
olent Ford, wearing the roistering
alr of a scalawag come home for
good,
“That old boch-ma-keer-le bird
knew something” muttered the
painter, “1 don't like the look of
this.”
They paused to take counsel of
each other, then presently ad
vanced, CHve approaching her own
front door with the stealthy glide
of a pickpocket, April tip-toeing
behind her. The idea was to get
indoors without being seen, listen
in the hall to discover whether the
visitors were agreecable ones, and
it not to take refuge in the kitchen
until they had departed. Unfor
tunately one of them came out of
the front door to shake his pipe
op the stoop as Clive and April
mached the stens, .
SARLE ARRIVES,
“Why, it's old Kerry BSarle!”
erivd Clive heartily, and stealth fell
A Clean Newspaper for Southern Homes g 8
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Watch for This Story
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In Moving Pictures
66 A PRIL FOLLY,"’ scon to be seen in leading motion pic
ture theaters, is a Cosmopolitan production, released
through Famous Players-Lasky Corporation as a Paramount-
Artcraft picture, direction of Robert Z. Leonard. Scenario
by Adrian Johnson.
from her. She beamed with hap
piness and shook his hand unceas
ingly, mrlnc forth questions like
water,
“When did you get back? Why
didn’'t you ocome before? What
did you bring a crowd for? Who
have you got with you?"
“Only Kenna. The crowd does
not belong to me. They've come to
buy pictures or something and are
in your studio. I haven't seen
them. We are in the dining room.”
His speech was disjointed and
halting—his amazed gaze fixed
upon the girl etanding thunder
struck at the foot of the steps.
Clive forged on into the house with
a gloomy eye; she hated to sell
pictures, even when she needed the
Married Strangers !
By Frances Duvall
THE ISSUE IS FORCED,
HE howse party came off ac-
I cording to schedule in spite of
the signs of discord in the
Bennett household. Affairs between
Lester and his father had almost
reached an open break under the
continued presence at the hotel of
Mlle. Forestier,
Mrs, Bennett was peevish because
&he realized that the whole beach
resort was gossiping and conjectur-
Ing, and Anita was openly hostile
toward Keitha for befriending the
stranger
To Keitha's amazement, when the
motor brought the ry,;e.u from the
station Tom Moo was among
thoem, Apparently Anita had acted
on her own Initiative, despite Les
ter's emphatic opders.
Keitha foresaw trouble at once,
especinlly as Betty Arnold scarce-
Iy waited to greet her hostesses be
fore sauntering over to Bennett
with her usually easy grace,
“"How's the boy?" she queried,
glving him one of her long, steady,
unsmiling glances. “Still riding in
‘he mornings? Has Mrs. Bennett
learned yet?
“No fear of Keitha spoiling your
tete-a-tete rides with Lester,” put
in Anita, maliciously, “She s too
busy in the mornings entertaining
Lester's latest flame. You haven't
seen her yet, but she's a wonder
and straight from Paris” -
Tom Moore flashed Rennett o
quick glance. The latter laughed,
but he flushed under his tan and
Betty Arnold was plainly diseom
fited,
1t wasnt a particularly auvspicious
beginning for the party and every
one broke up in groups. .
Keitha found herself alone in a
corner of the veranda with Tom
Moore, and for the first time in her
years of friendship with that young'
man was acutely embarrassed.
“You should never have sent me
that jade pendant, Tom,” she began
money. April and Sarle were left
together, and in a moment he was
down the steps by her side. He
had beem bitterly hurt, but he loved
and trusted her beyapd all things
that were, and could not conceal
the happiness in his eyes. But for
the open studio windows and the
round-cyed: plclc\nnlnnles he would
have gathewed her to his heart; as
it was, he gathered her hands in
stead, and held them close.
“Darling! Thank God I have
found you.” »
Kenna had not' betrayed her,
then! The blow was still to fall
She managed to smile a little, but
she had turned very pale and there
was something in her silence chill
ing to his ardent spirit.
“Xou don't think I tracked you
"at once. “I was horribly embar
rassed and T had to fib to Lester
about its being a wedding present.
[ hope you got it back safely, I
sent it almost by ?tum mail.”
“I know you did,” returned Moore,
“and 1t made me awfully sore. 1
wasn't trying to insult you but you
looked so darn pretty in that Jade
necklace we gaw in San Francisco
and you had been so good about
helping me select a present for my
sister.”
He looked so earnest and so in
jured that Keitha reached over and
patted his hand consolingly.
“Nice old Tom,” she said. *“I
couldn't be cross with you if 1
tried.”
Moore raised her hand grateful
ly to his lips and just at that mo
ment Bennett and Betty Arnold
came around the corner of the ver
anda.
Taking in the little scene, Betty
smiled, was frankly malicious; but
Bennett gave no sign of having ob
served
They went down on the beach
shortly thereafter, and no one saw
them agnin until dinner.
After coffee had been served they
disappeared again into the moonlit
garden.
Bennett Sr., who had preservad a
moody silence throughout the eve
ning, took Keitha away from Tom
Moore and guided her into his
study
“Keitha,” he sald abruptly, “if 1
were in your shoes I'd tie a can to
that son of mine. His behavior is
outrageous and inexcusable. But |
can not help being fond of my own
blood, I suppose. I want to see him
pull up, and if there is anybody on
God's earth that can do it for him,
it is you. If I send him off to Ha
wall on the next boat and get him
away from these damn women, will
you go with him?"
“Yes," wsald Keitha, without a
moment's hesitation.
(Copyright. 1920 Wheeler Byndicate, Ine)
(To Be Continued.)
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1920.
By NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright, 1920, by Intarnfitional Feature Service, Inc.
A Brilliant Film Romance with
MARION DAVIES.
down? We motored out here witk
no idea but to see Clive Connal——"
“Of course not.” She strove to
speak casually. “I couldn’t expect
to have a friend like Clive all to
myself, but I never dreamed you
knew her.” .
“She has been my friend for
twelve vears or more.”
“Yes,” said Kenna's voice from
the stoop, “we are all like old
friends together here.”
He bad come out with Belle
Helene and stood smiling upon
them. The old malice was ‘there,
with some new element of strain
that made him look more sardanic,
vet strangely pathetic, to the girl
who feared him.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
By Brice Belden, M. D.
NCE afain a great epidemic
O‘ wave has passed over the
country, and Spanish influ
enza flung down its challenge to
the public health authorities and
the medical profession.
Like most of the common conta
gious and epidemic diseased, Span
ish influenza is without a doubt
conveyed by the secretions of the
nose and throat. If this fact is
borne in mind at all times we
should be able to decrease enor
meusly all the infectious discases.
They are with us more or lesg ali
the time, and if what we learn in
the way of preventing ilnfluenza is
applied constantly there should be
a vast improvement in the public
health. It sometimes takes a ca
lJamity to teach a general truth.
Spanish influenza is commonly
acquired by close contact with per
sons suffering from thejdisease in
an acute or gven mild form who
are sneezing "or coughing.
To prevent the disease it is nec
essary that the patient's secretions
should be kept from contact with
the respiratory mgucous membranes
of others, that the resistance of
those be maintained or raised by
good hygiene and the use of suita
ble vaccines, and that the hands
be washed carefully before food is
handled. Crowds should be avoid
ed as much as possible,
What is called a combined vac
cine gives a measure of protection
against penumonia and against in
fections from the streptococus—a
germ frequently associated with
the influenza organitsms which
causes some of the worst compli
cations of the disease, .
Keeping the mouth, nose and
hands clean will go far toward pre
venting Infection, Unfortunately,
it Is usually impossible to segre
gate ail the victims of influenza
during an epidegic, and conse
quently we must adopt defensive
precautions, for exposure is certain
to occur.
The most effectual nasal disin
fectant is a one per cent solution
of dichloramine-T-chlorcosane, a
few drops of which may be instilled
into the nostrils twice dally with
an ordinary medicine dropper.
This is the powerful germicide de
vised by Dakin, working in col
laboration with Carrel, of the Rock
efeller Institute.
\ Revelations of a Wife
By Adele Garrison. :
WHAT HAPPENED WHEN DICKY
BROKE SOME AMAZING NEWS
TO MADGE.
STARED at Dicky in horrified
I amazement when he told me
that he thought Mrs. Allis was
planning to drug me.
“Oh, I can't believe that of her,
Dicky,” I protested, although even
as I spoke the conviction came to
me that Dicky's accusation would
prove a true one,
“It's as simple as falling off a
log,” Dicky went on, still muffling
his voice so that there should be
no danger of being overheard by
Mrs. Allis in the room opposite.
“That's the reason for her asking
you to come in and drink tea with
l her each night of this week before
going to bed. She figures on your
getting so used to”“tea drinking and
to her that when the time comes
for her and her gang to pull off
that picture theft it will be an easy
thing for her to slip enough dope
into your tea to keep you quiet for
the night.” ’
“What an awful woman!” I
ejaculated.
“Yes, pleasant party, isn’'t she?”
Dicky returned; then, thoughtful
ly: “Lucky you told her thgg last
trump wouldn't wake me. She'll
not bother about me, and I'll be
able to watch out fer her and spoil
her little scheme when the time
comes.
“Let's see, it was the end of the
o Week she and that chap spoke of
in the woods—that is the time
they had fixed on, wasn’'t it?”
Dicky went on.
“Yes, the end of the week,” I
replied. :
“Well, then, you'll be safe in go
ing to her room a night ar two
more. She'd not take any chances
of making you suspicious by put
ting anything over before the tima.
But mind, now, little Miss Sher
lock, when I say stop going to her
room, you quit. I'm not going to
runqany risks, do you hear?”
I snuggled happily against him.
A little thrill of contentment went
through me at the tender command
of Dicky’s tone. Strongminded and
self-reliant, as I was pleased to
think myself, yvet there was a dis
tinct satisfaction to me in this
tender, rough/ dominance of
Dicky's.
“All right,” I said, as meekly as
any@linging vine of a wife n\ight
speak. And then, in whispers’ so
low that even Mrs. Allis’ sharp ears
could not catch them, we discussed
the bizarre situation in which we
found ourselves inveolved—planned
how best we coyld circumvent the
machinations of the clever, un
scrupulous woman in the next
room.
For three or four days things
went on in their usual- routine.
Dicky and I spent almost every
glorious daylight hour out of doors,
fishing in the turbulent brook,
tramping the forest paths, or climb
ing the steep mountain sides.
' MR. COSGROVE’'S ODD WARNING.
At night I was generally so dead
tired that it was a real effort each
evening to accept Mrs. Allis’ invi
Good Night Stories
By Blanche Silver.
DOTTY MEETS A NEW FRIEND.
H, dear!” exclaimed Dotty, as
O a black-looking bird sailed
over her head. “There goes
that ugly old crow. If I had a gun
I'd shoot him.,”
“What in the world would you do
that for?" asked a merry voice, and
Happy Giggles, the lefin from
make-believe land, hopped up on the
steps beside Dotty. “Why do you
want to shoot him?”
“Beanuse I know he's going to tell
his friends about grandpa's corn.
Grandpa says the crows are simply
eating his cornfield up,” replied
Dotty. “And they've no right to do
{t. That's grandpa's cornfield, not
theirs.”
“Wait a second,” laughed the elfin
with a merry twinkle in his ees.
“Who do you think that was any
way ?"”
“Why, Billy Crow, of course!”
replied Dotty, watching the black
bird sailing circles in the air.
“Crows are about the only thieves
thero are around here.”
“There’'s where you're wrong,” re
plied Happy Giggles, "“Did you ever
gee a crow fly that way? See how
he sails through the air, hardly
flapping his wings, and see the wide
circles he makes. Crows make more
work of their flying than that bird.
It only goes to show how quick
folks are to misjudge. That isn't
Billy Crow, that Mrs. Raven, Billy
Crow's cousin.”
Taking his magic whistle from
under his belt, Happy Giggles blew
on it three times, and Mrs. Raven,
hearing him, turned around and
gracefully sailed to the ground be
side Dotty and the elfin
“Dotty thought you had come
to rob her grandpa's cornfield,”
sald Happy Giggles, by way of in
troductiof,
“Not me,” cawed Mrs, Raven, “I
leave that kind of work for my
cousin, Billy Crow. I might be
mistaken for him while on the
wing, but.l guess you can see the
difference now, can't you?"
“Oh, yes, indeed!” laughed Dot
ty. “You're much larger than the
largest crow I've ever seen. And
1 don’t believe I've ever seen a
crow with a fringe of feathers on
his breast like you have. It makes
you more distinguished looking."
“Well, T could teach the crows a
great many things if they'd let
me,” laughed Mrs. Raven. “Not
only neatness in their dress, but in
their homes. By the way, I bet
- tation to drink ted with her in her
room. Not willing to arouse the
woman's suspicion by refusing her:
urgent invitations, I religiously held
to my nightly visit, although it was
all 1 could do to keep awake.
Thursday morning, however, two
days before the “last of the week”
which we had heard Mrs. Allis
spegify in her surreptitious inter
view with her accomplice, an inci
dent occurred which put out of my
mind for the time being all thoughts
of both the woman and the plot to
steal the pictures in the farmhouse
parlor, }
We had come down early to
breakfast, Dicky and I, as was our
daily custom, arrayed for fishing.
There was no one in the dining
room save Mr. Cosgrove, and I saw
him glance at our costumes. Then
he spoke cautiously, cryptically, to
Dicky.
“Better keep your eyes peeled U\-‘
day. Heard there was a fox skulk
ing around.”
To my surprise, Dicky glanced
.t me uneasily before he answered.
Evidently he understood the elder
man's reference.
“All right, thanks,” he replied
laconically. But I saw that he was
thoughtful during the rest of the
breakfast and as soon as the meal
was over he took Mr. Cosgrove
aside, and I heard the two men
talking earnestly together.
When their conference was endeqd
he beckoned me to come wupstairs -
again. T followed him, bewildered,
but certain that Dicky had be
concealing something from me. 132
is not an accomplished prevarica
tor, and his manner was exactly
like that of a schoolboy furtively
trying to throw his teacher off the
track of his misdeeds.
“OH, NOTHING AT ALL!™
“Suppose we go tramping %today
instead of fishing?” he proposed
nonchalantly, but I saw that he was
watching me warily as he spoke.
“Why?” I asked. “We tramped
yvesterday and I had so counted on
fishing today. What has happened ~
to change your mind?”
“Oh, nothing at all,” Dicky as
sured me hastily. “But T don’t feel
like fishing today, and I'm not go
ing to do it.”
There was a sulky, arbitrary note
in his voice which I resented. With
a toss of my head I threw open the
door, . . 1
“I'm.going trouting,” T said spir
itedly, “if T have to go alone.” ’
Dicky rushed affer me, took me
by the shoulder and swung me
back into the room. :
“You little idiot!" he said sav
agely. “I suppose I must tfll foa,
would have done it before, only I
knew you'd have one .of your
gplurges of conscience.”
“Tell me what?’ I demanded.
“Why, simply that we have been
breaking the fish and game laws'”
Dicky exclaimed, flushing awk
wardly—‘trout season eclosed Au
gust 31, but the wardens ecan’t he
everywhere. at once, and there's a
sort of grapevine understanding
among the farmers—they're alwavs
tipped off when he’s around. He's
on the job just now, se there's
nothing doing.”
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you've never seen a raven's nest,
have you?”
Dotty shook her head. So Mrs,
Raven invited them to return home
with her, and away they flew to
the topmost branch of the highest
evergreen tree on the cliff,
There rested a big nest of sticks
neatly lined with grasses and fits
of wool from the sheep. In it's
soft depths nestled a queer little
birdling with black and white
markipgs all over its feathered
back, He opened a great, big, red
mouth, and without a word swal
lowed what his mamma poked into
it with her bill
“Well,” laughed Happy Giggles,
“vyou certainly have him trained
beautifully. He nefer even asked
what it was you were giving him.”
“Thats’ another thing I pride my
self on,” replied Mrs. Raven. “From
the very start [ teach my children
to eat anything I give them, wheth
er it's grubs, worms, grain, field
mice or anything else, Mrs. Crow's
children squawk if the don't like
what she brings them. Mine know
better,” and Mrs. Raven proudly
stroked her offspring,
Dotty was sorry when Happy
Giggles said it was tfme for them
to be golng, but like most polite
little girls she shook Mrs. Raven's
claw and thanked her for her pleas
ant time. And, promising never to
mistake her for a crow again, she
bade her good-bye and salled back
to her own yard with Happy Gig
gles.