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IHE ATLANTA GEORGIAN ® o % A Clean Newspaper for Southern Homes ... v FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1920
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LETTERS OF ELLA WHEELER WILCOX ON LIFE BEYOND THE GRAVE
“Two Lovely Cultured Sist
Equipped With Mental Wirel
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: ZElla W heeler Wilcox. -
(The following hitherto unpublished letters [rom America's greatest
poctess 1o her favorite brother, Marcus P. Wheeler, Windsor, Wis.; a Civil
War velteran, comstilute a remarkoble hugan document, At one and the
same time they set forth what she helicved her certain knowledge of the
life hereafter, based upon communications from her husband, Robert M.
Wilcoz, who died in 1916, and also very interesting sidelights on the daily
lite and views of this writer, whose name i 8 known_to every one who reads.
These letters will be printed in daily installinents.)
17566 Wilton Place,
‘ Hollywood, Calif.,
March 31. 1911.
Y Dear Marcus: Please do
M not think that 1 am trying
in the least to proselyte you
when 1 send you occult magazines
along with the others. 1 shouldn't
think of beginning your education
in that line so late in life. That
will have to wait until you come
again. Never having had any but
the most superficial reading and
no experiences in that line, your
views of the matter are quite nat
ural.
But having myself ‘come in touch
with such great minds, great souls
and great personal experiences, and
having given more thought and
study to thig one subject than any
other one, for thirty years, 1 of
course accent my own views as
truer than your own. My Robert
hoth saw and heard on supernor
mal planes. He was a wonderful
man sane, wholesome, pgactical.
Yet he certainly had these expe
riences, and o do many of my oth
er friends.
In all my researches, | had last
evening the most ‘interesting expe
rieMea of my life, There are two
very lovely cultured sisters here,
who arve mentally equipped with
the wireless apparatus which en
ables them to see and hear and
produce most unusual phenomeéna.
They do this only for themselves
and friends, never for money. There
wag no possibility for fake or fraud
and what happened, as [ said be
fore, was the most satisfying of all
my experimenis. The Theosophical
Soaiety, which is intent on expos
ing fakes, and sifting the wheat
from the chaff, is going to plan an
evening with these interesting sis
iers before long
~ You are mistaken in saying that
Sir Oliver Lodge said he didn't
know, that he only believed. He
has sald guite otherwise; in both
of his books, "“The Survival eof
Man” and “Raymond.”
1 used to bhe quite puzzled over
the clothes question in apparitions,
Advanced study has made the thing
quite clear to me. Everything in
the universe comes from one source
~planets and people, and all that
15 in them. and of them, are chem
ieal. When they disintegrate they
all go baek into ether. Man has
several bodies and sach goes to its
chemical place on dissolution. Al
of them can be reformed and ma
terfalized under certain conditions
In the laboratory, the scientists
take a piece of ice and dissolve it
inte steam, water, vapor. Then by
another process they freeze it back
into loe again, Although it has
disappeared from the vision for a
time, it reappears at their will. To
the cave man that vu)u‘d have
seemed a miracle,
The body that belongs to each
plane we leave in its proper sphere
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 bhodies we
can don them témporarily, just as
when 1 go out to the bungalow 1
find my old bathing suit and put
it on again for a swim. This is
why =0 many crdered apparitions
are described by those who have
seen. Robert saw a little lady in
a gray Quaker bonnet a number
of times while we were in our
Meriden house. Once in our ses
shore house in broad dayvlight in
the early morning a little boy
which ke believed to be ours, came
And stood by the side of our bed.
' Business of Homemaking
* By Mre. Christine Frederick.
VENTILATION OF HOME AND
KITCHEN.
BT seems o paradox that vablic
: bulldings and other institu
tions are =0 mueh belter
equipped thim the homes which
support them, In many boints ol
heating, plumbing and fire protec.
tion the public Lullding is much
MOre prog. ossive and protecled
than the individual house,
This point seems nowhere truer
Zhan regarding proper ventilation,
The newest school bhulldings are
buit and Instailed with systems
which earry off waste wases near
the top of the room. limproved
ot ce bulldings are fitted with win
dow ventilat® s, which do much to
keep the A at an even tem
perature Hotel gtflu-nn have thel
ranges fitted wi adequate hoods
for carryving off kitehen odors. but
the house cook 2an suffer with &
=iifling headnohe and nobod: raises
& finger 1t har been proved that
a heating system wo{k;- yottet
viiepe there o 8 BTG ade.
juate amonnt of tresh aly resom
Y OIS
I we can afford it g the ‘
N i construction, thew ‘
oo !y alamß W CME 0
A very gifted man here, Carl
Pronson, a musical composer, was
snapped by a common kodak by a
girl in his choir while at a pienie.
_When it was developed he was
surrounded by a number of faces
and forms, all but one of those
people who had passed beyond the
veil, He promised me a copy of
the picture which I am to have
soon. It was reproduced in a news
paper, and made a great sensation,
and he was sternly rebuked by the
elders of the church—the "“Joses”
| who, “apt with plummet and rue,
l deem whoever surpassed them eith
] er a krave or a fool"” ¢
(*Quotation from Harry Kemp's
poem, “Joses, Brother of Jesus.')
| T had the pleasant surprise of a
. eall yesterday afternoon from Cous
| in Warren and Justine. An old
pupil of his, from Black River Falls,
i« spending the winter here, and
| he and his wife :Zd our cousinsg
| out for a drive a brought them
. here. Everybody remarked War
ren’s resemblance to President
. Wilson, only he is a much hand
' somer man. | thought he was look
! ing his years for the Yirst time,
. howevtr, yesterday. I am to spend
: the third week end In Aprili with
. them.
; We give up-this house on the Ist
! of May, and Addie and Ethel go
i on to Lincoln, Nebr, to visit Rob
ert's brother-in-law and daughter,
. Hatry ;.&'-.q up so his ranch, and 1
‘ go to Arrowhead Springs to take
- some mineral bathe for two weeks,
. Then on the 21st Harry and [ start
| Bast, picking up Mrs. Wilcox and
i Hthel on the way. : 4 ]
Kthel and .1 have reached the
I last stage of “efficlency” In eques-
I trienneisim,. We are now using the
| Knglish saddle, which is very much
Cemb s pun ‘mws odwsod v ey
like riding with a blanket and stir
rups. If war comes, and women
| are called to fill men’s places at
1 home, as théy are in Europe, Eth
¢l and 1 will be prepared to aet
{ as mounted police,
‘ No, I don't think it is the same
' thing to eat an egg us a chicken,
' That wh*h has family life and as
. sections [ do not like to destroy and
' feed my body on the carcasses,
! The hen loves her chickens and
+ fowls become attached to people
| whe ecare for them. The same
| with animals, Tt i not so with
| fish, nor with eggs. Though I hava
| seldom touched meat for years, 1
| have until recently eaten chicken
! One day this summer. while a
friend went into the market I saw
100 fowls erowded into a space not
| large ‘Bnough for 20, waiting
slaughter. 1 realized 1 was aiding
| and abetting this barbarous eruelty,
| and 1 haven't been able to eat
| ehicken since.
;. One of the most brilliant and ro
! bust men I ever met, Vl7 vears old,
' has never in his life tasted meat,
| sow! or fish coffee or alcohol. I
! have dozens-of vegetarian friends,
who ure all fine looking, and full
! of vital power. After a century or
| two meat eating will be placed
| alongside of cannibalism—at least
’ #o I think, 1 am trying to find
| out if 1T can conveniently stop off
‘ and see Sarah on my way East,
| Don't mention it to her, however,
i U T am sure abont it,
{ Faithtully,
‘ ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
| Copyright H“") King Fonture Syndicate
| (Continued Tomorrow.)
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manently installed which insure
continuous removal of carbon diox«
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little bit simple n sweet—"Kets.,” Later I'll show véu-a pair of “Cats”—aristo
crats—real felines. —Nell Brinklev.
APRIL FOLLY
By Cynthia Stockley.
Author of “Blue Aloes,” “The Leop
ard,” and many short stories of
unusual charm and cleverness.
“Y QU had better come up the
lands with me this morn
ing and plant trees” she
said. Thay was Clive's cure for ills
the valleys and dewn 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
hagd 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, fellowed by Clive leading
the Kérry cow, who was 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. CQare was stuffed
out of sight; dreams and ghosts
faded in the clear, sun-beaten alr,
and again April realized what life
could mean in this wonderful land,
given the vight 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 noge,
and sniffing the breeze like a wild
ass of the desert sensing unfamil
far things, scowled bitterly.
“Petrol!” she ejaculated. “One of
those stinking motor ears! Why
can't people use horses like gen
tlemen? What's the matter with a
nice mule, even?™
As they slouched warily around
the honse 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 ear, but three! An opu
lent thing of blinking brass and
erimson leather arrogated to itself
the exclusive shade of the largest
tree; & h»nu,‘umy torpedo affair
of two seatse occunied the pastur
age of the Kerry cow, and blister
ing In the sunshine, with several
fowls perched apon if. was sh an
olent Ford, wearing the roistering
gir of a soalawag comwe home for
aood
“That old boch-ma-Keer-le bird
knew something,” mutlered (he
painter “1 don't like the look of
this
They paused L 0 take counse! of
each other, then presently ad
vanced, Clive approaching her own
front door with the stealthy glidg
of a plekpockat, April tipstosing
behind her T™e fdea was to get
indoors ‘without being seen, lsten
in the hall to discover whether the
visiturs were agvecable ones, and
it not 1o take refuge in the Kitchen
mtil they had départed. Untor
tinately one of them came out of
ey front dogr to shake his plpe
v, the gteop’ as CUhe. and April
1 tohiot the stepe
L arL? ARRIVES.
Why s old horey sarie'”?
eried Clive heartily, and s@alth tell
& éz By NELL BRINKLEY
O Copyright, 1920, by International Feature Service, Ine.
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Watch for This Story
o -
In Moving Pictures
o A PRIL FOLLY,”’ scon to be seen in leading mption pic
ture theaters, is a Cosmopolitan production, released
through Famous Players-Lasky Corvoration as a Paramount-
Artcraft picture, direcgion of Robert Z. Leonard. Scenario
by Adrian Johnson.
from her. She beamed with hap
piness and shoek hig hand unceas
ingly, pouring forth questions like
water, * ’ ».’
“When did you get back? Why
didn’t you come 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 eome to
buy pictures or something and are
in your studio, I haven't seen
them. We are in the dining room.”
His Speech wus disjeinted and
halting-—his amazed gaze fixed
upon the girl standing 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.
E house party came off ac
cording to schedule in spite of
the B'gns of discord in the
Bennett household Affairs between
Lester and ’is father had almost
reached an open break under the
continued presence at the hotel of
Mlle. Forestior,
Mrs. Bennett was peevish beciuse
she realized that the whole beuch
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 guests from the
station Tom Moore was among
them. Apparently Anita had acted
on her own initiative, despite Les
tor's emphatie ordors,
Keltha foresaw trouble ut onoce,
especially as Betty Arnold scearce~
v owalted to 2redt hor hostesges be
fore sauntering over to RBennett
with her usually easy grace,
“How's the boy " gie queried,
#'ving him ona of her lOng, stoady,
insmiling glanees. “SUll piding in
‘he mornings? Hax Mrs. Bennett
loarnad yet
“No fear of Keitha spoiling vour
teio-a-tete rides with Lester” put
in Anita, matciously, “She is too
ousy in the mornings entertaining
Lester's latest flame. You haven't
scen her yet. but she's a 4 wonder
and straight from Paris,”
Tom Moore flushed Bennett a
quick glance. The latler lughed,
but he flushed ander his fan ahd
Hetty Arnold was plainly discom
ited,
It wasnt a 4 partcnlarly auspicious
eginning for the party snd every
ont hroke up In groups,
Keitha found herself ‘wlane (n a
orfier » the veranda ¢ ith - Tom
Moaor » W for the first time in her
venrs wy Triendship with that young
man wes aente™ vinoarebat,
You hest!d never have sent. me
that lade pendant, "1 un,” she began
- money. April and Sarle woere left:
together, and in a moment he was
down the steps by her side. He
had been bitterly hurt, but he loved
and trusted her beyond all things
that werc, and could not congead
the hanpiness in his eyes. But for
the open =tudio windows -and the
round-eyed pickaninnies he would
have gathered her to hisx heart; as
it was, he gathered her hands in
stead, and held them close,
“Darling! /Thank God [ have
found you” .
Kenna had not betraved her,
then! The blow was still to fall
She managed to smile @« little, but
she had turned very pale and there
was something in her silence chill
ing to his ardent spirit,
“You don’t think I tracked wou
*at once. “I was horribly embar
' rassedand 1 had to f'b to Lester
! about its being a wedding present.
| hope you got it back safely. I
sent it almost by return mail.”
“I know you did,” returned Moore,
i “and it made me awfully sore. *[
wasn't trying to insult you but you
| looked so darn pretly in that jade
I necklace we saw in Ban Franc'sco
and you had been so good about
helping me select w present for my
sister.”
He looked so carnest and so ine
j sured that Keitha reached over and
patted his hand consolingly,
l #Nice oold Tom,” she sald. 1
couldn't be cross with wyou if 1
tried.”
Mogre raised her hand grateful
ly to hig lips and just at that mo
ment Rennett and Betty Arnold
came around the corner of the ver
anda.
Taking in the Ifttle sceng, Betty
smiled, was trankly malicious; but
i Lennett gave no s=ign of having ob
| served
! They wen: down on the beach
shortly thereafter. and no one saw
| them aggin until dinner,
After coffee bad been served they
disappeared wgaln into the moonlit
garden.
] Bennett Br,, who had preserved a
| smoody silence throughout the eve
| ning, took Keitha away from Tom
I Moore and guided her into his
study
“Keitha,” he sa'd abruptly, “if 1
l 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, 1 suppose. [ want to see him
pudl np, “m;x" there {8 anybody on
| God's earth that can do itefor him,
| it is you. If T send him off to Hu.
| wail on the next hoat and get him
l away from these damn women, will
you go with him?”
o "Yew" sald Keithu, withow: a
| moment's hes tation. .
PLCORYRIRDY. 998 Whenisr Syndicite, [ne
', 112 Be Continued.)
A Brilliant Film Romance with
MARION DAVIES.
» down? We motored out here with
no idea but to see Clive Connal-——"
“oOf course not.” She strove to
speak casually, “F could't (xpect
to have a friend like Clive all to
myself, but I never dreamed you
“Kknew her."
“She has been my _friend for
twelve years or more”
“Yes,” said Kenna's voice from
the stoop, “we are all like old
friends together here.”
He had 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,
~ yet strangelyi pathetic, to the girl
- who feared him.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
i o Ward O
| 1
| nfluenza
: »
By Brice Belden, M. D.
NC'E again a great epidemie
O wiuve has passed over the
country, and Spanish influ
enza flung down.its challenge to
the publi¢c health authorities and
the medical profession.
Like most of the common conta
gious and epidemic diseases, Span
ish influenza is without a doubt
conveyed by the secretions of the
nose and throat. If this ‘fact is
borne in mind at aill times "c
should be able to decrease enor
mously all the infectious diseases.
They are with us more or less all
the time, and® if what we learn in
the way of preventing influenza is
applied constantly there should be
a vast improvement in the publie
health. It sometimeg takes a ca
lamity to teach a general truth.
Spanish influenza is commonly
acquired by close contact with per
sons suffering from the disease in
an acute or even mild form who
are sneezing or coughing.
To prevent the disease it is nec
essary that the patient's secretions
l should be kept from contact with
the respiratory mucous membranes
of others, that the resistance of
those be maintained or raised by
good hygiene and the use of sulta
| ble vaccines, and that the hands
| he wagshed carefully "before food is
handied. Crowds should be avoid
ed as moach as possible,
! What is called a combined vaeo
' cine: gives g measure of protection
| against penumonia and against in
‘ sections from the Treptococus - n
] gorm frequently assoclated with
the influenza organismns which
[ causes some of the worst compll
l 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 all the vietims of influenza
. during an epidemic, and conse
quently we must adopt defensive
precautions, for exposnure s sertain
to occdr,
The most effectunl nasal disin
fectant 1s a. one per cent solution
- of diohloramine<T.chlorcosane, a
few drops of which may be instilled
? fnto the nostrils fwiea dafly with
L an © ordénary medicine dropper
C This B e powerful cormicide do
viseet e Dakin working in col-
L boratfon with Careel, as the Rook
L abeller Institute,
Revelations of a Wife
By Adele Garrison.
WHAT HAPPENED WHEN DICK)
BROKE SOME AMAZING NEWS
TO MADGE.
STARED at Dicky in horrified
l amazement when he told me
that he thought Mrs. Allis was
plannins to drug me.
“Oh, T 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 Lhixt 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
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 qyiet for
the night.”
“What an awful woman!” I
ejaculated. 4
“Yes, pleasant party, isn't she?’
Dicky returned; then, thoughtful
ly: “Luecky you told her the last
trump wouldn't wake me. She'll
not bother about me, and I'll be
able to watch out for her and spoil
her little scheme when the time
comes.
“Let's see, it was the end of the
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, yvou'll be safe in go
ing to her room a night or two
more, She'd not take any chances
of making you suspicious by put
ting anything over hefore the tima.
But mind, now, little Miss Sher
lock, when 1 say stop going to her
room. you quit. I'm not going to
run any 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
seif-reliant, as T was pleased to
think mvself, yet there was a dis
tinct sat'sfaction to me in this
tender, - réugh, dominanca of
Dieky’s.
“AN right,” T said. as meekly as
any eclinging vine of a wife might
speak, And then, in whispers so
low that even Mrs. Allig’' sharp ears
could not cateh them, we discussed
the bizarre situation in which we
found ourselves involved—planned
how best we could circumvent the
machinations of the clever, un
scrppulous woman in the next
room.
For three or four days things
went on in their usual routine.
Dicky and T spent almost every
glorious daylight hour out of doors,
fishing ‘n the turbulent brook,
tramping the forest paths, or climb
ing the steep mountain sides.
MR. COSGROVE'S ODD WARNING
At night 1 was generally so dead
tired that it was a real effort each
evening to accept Mrs. Allis’ invi-
Good Night Steries
By Blanche Silver.
DOTTY MEETS A NEW FRIEND.
H, dear!” exclaimed Dotty, as
O a black-looking bird sailed
ovet 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 elfin from
make-believe land, hopped up on the
steps beside Dotty. “Why do you
want to shoot him?”
“Because 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
ft. That's grandpa's cornfield, not
theirs.”
“Wait a second,” laughed the elfin
with & merry twinkie in his eves.
“Who do you think that was any
way ?"
“Why, Billy Crow; of course!”
replied Dotty, watching the black
bird wsailing circles in the air.
“Crows are about the only thieves
there are around here” .
“There’'s Where you're wrong,” re
plied Happy Giggles, “Did you eve®
gee g crow fly that way? See how
he salls through the air, hardly
flapping his wings, and see the wide
circles he makes, Crows make more
work of the'r 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 eousin”
Tuking his magic whistle from
under his belt, Happy Glggles hlaw
an it Yhree times, and Mrs, Raven,
tiearing him, turned around and
gracefully sailed to the ground be
side Dotty and the elfin,
“Dotty thought you had come
tao rob her grandpa's cornfield,”
suld Happy Giggles, by way of in
troduction.
“Not me,” eawed Mrs, Raven. “I
Jeave that kind of work for my
cousin, Billy Crow. I might be
mistaken for him while on the
wing, but [ guess you can see the
difference now, can't you?”
“Oh, ves indeed!” laughed Dot
ty. “You're nruch larger than the
largest crow ['ve ever seen. And
I don't believe I've ever seen a
crow with a fringe of featherg on
his breast Mke you have, It mmkes
vou more distinguished looking.”
“Well, T gould teach %the crows a
gredt many things If thay'd et
me"” laughed Mrs, Raven, “Not
only neatness in their drogs, but in
their homes By the way, | bet
‘tation to drink ted with her in her
room. Ndt willing to arouse the
woman’s suspicion by refusing he:
urgent invitations, I religiously 14
to my nightly visit, although it was
all T could do to keep awake.
Thursday morning, however, two
days before the “last of the week’
which we had heard Mrs. Allis
specify in her surreptitious inter
view with her accompliee, 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 earlyd 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, eryptically, to
Dicky.
“Better keep your eyes peeled io
day. Heard there was a fox ak‘m\
ing around.” 7 1
To my surprise, Dicky glanced
at me uneasily before he answered.
Evidently he undepstood the elder
man's reference,
“All right, thanks,” he replied
laconically. But I saw that he was
thoughtful during the reét of the
breakfast and as soon as the meal
was over he took Mr. Cosgrove
aside, and T heard the two men
talking earnestly together.
‘When their conference was ended
he beckoned me to come upsta.'irs
again. T followed him, bewilderéd,
but certain that Dicky had been
concealing something from me. He
is mot an accomplished prevarica
tor, and his manner was exactly
like that of a schoolboy furtively
trving to throw his teacher off the
track of his misdeeds.
“OH, NOTHING AT ALL!"
“Suppose we go tramping todayv
instead of fishing?” he proposed
nonchalantly, but I saw that he was
watrhing me warilv as he spoke,
“Why?" 1 asked. “We tramped
vesterday and I had so counted on
fishing today. What has happened
to change your mind?"”
“Oh, nothing at all,” Dicky fk»
sured me hastily. “But T don’t feel
liké fishing today, and I'm not go
ing to do it
There was a sulky, arhitrary note
in his voice which I resented./With
a toss of my head I threw open the
door. 3 ¢ §7\
¢'m going trouting.? T said spir
itedlv. “if T have to go alone™
Diecky rushed afffer me, took me
by the shoulder and swung me
back into the room.
“You little idiot!” he said sav
agely. “I suppose I must t'l vona,
wotld have done it before, only I
knew you'd have one of your
splnrees of conscience.”
“Tell me what?” I demanded.
“Why, simply that we have been
breaking the fish and game laws”
Dickv exclaimed, flushing awk
wardlv—*“trout season closed Au
gust 31, but the wardens can’t be
evervwhere at once, and there's a
sort of grapevine understanding
among the farmers—thev're alwavs
tipped «off when he's around. ”F:I v
on the job just now, so there's
nothing doing.”
(To Be Centinued.)
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“That's, Another Thin? | Pride My
self On.’
you've mever 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 tecpmost branch of the highest
evergreen tree on the ecliff,
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
markings all over its feathered
back. He opened a great, big, red ¥
mouth, and without a word swal
lowed what his mamma poked inw
it with her bilL .
“"Well," laughed Happy Giggles,
“you certainly have him trained
beautifully. He nefer even asked
what it was you were 7iving him.”
“T'hats’ another thing I pride my
self on,” replied Mrs, Raven., “From
the very start [ teach my children
to cat anything I g've them, wheth
er it's grubs, werms, grain, fiecld
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 mald it was time for them
to be going, but like most polite
little girls she shook Mre., Raven's
claw und thanked her for her pleas
ant time, And, promising never g +*
mistake her for a crow again, ¥
bade her good-bye and sailed ba™
to her own yvard with Happy Gig
gles