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SIX “The Story of Waitstill Baxter” ' W /■ V BV //A 7 *npyrl<ht. 1915. by Kite Doinll* - . Witfgtn Author of “Rebecca of Sunny brook Farm** PROLOGUE Strength and interest of quie lives in the New England o) three-quarters of a century agr provide the framework of “Tin Story of Waitstill Baxter. " Thai is the skeleton. The flesh ano blood of human beings, living and loving and moving in a worhi of their own that is a miniature picture of the greater world ou side, are also there. The story is a cress section of life as seer and described by a woman wh has been well called ‘ America't greatest living woman novelist.' Amid the hills of New England are many men and women liki Waitstill and Patience Baxter and their father, Ivory Boyntoi and his afflicted mother am funny Cephas Cole, who woo: hopefully, but with small chanc• of success. They find their way into books but seldom, for i. takes a master hand to describe faithfully the dotngs of rei, people. And that is the reasor why ”The Story of Waitstill Baxter" has won highest praisi from critics who know a gooa book wher they see one. (Continued From Thursday.) "You cun sit tiuu much marriage has tamed your mother down," observ pd Oncle Hart disp.-sslonaiely. "lluiv ■omever, though your mother on n't be called tame. she's got her good p'lnts for abe's always to lie counted on. Tin Croat thing In lire, ns I take It. Celias la to know exactly wliui to exited Your mother's gen'ully credited will an onaaniu temper, but folks does hei great Injustice in so tbliiklu, for In a long experience I've seldom conn across a temper less onsartln that, your mother's. You know axnctl.i where to find her every mornln' in sunup and every nitthl m sundown There ain't untldo' you enn do to pn her out o' temper, 'muse she's all on aforehand You can jest go it bon i your reg'lar business thout any feul of disturbin' her any further than she disturbed u'rondy. with h Is consid'ra hie. I don't mind It a mite nowadays though. after forty years of It. It would kind o' Rail me to keep a atldd.i watch of a female's disposition day hi day, wouderlu' when the waa goto to base a tantrum A tantrum once a year’s an awful upset tin kind of r thliiß In a fumlly, my son. hut a tan trutn every twenty-four hours Is JeM part o' the day's work." There was a moment's silence, durlnu which Uncle Burt puflfc-d 111* pipe Mtiil IVpluii vrhlt tied. nfler which llit* util ui.iti coutlli ued: “'Wien if you hiippen to marry a temper lllte joor mol her n, t>plm« look whal .i pmv'ful worker you geu' •lly get! Look at the way they *wee| •d' du*t ini' acrub an' clean! Watch 'em when they go at the cIInIi wnahlii an' bow they whack (he rollin' pin an tnaul the egg* an' heme the wood Into tbe atoTe an’ Hint the tlb-s out o' tin bouse! The uilhl and gentle ones like ly enough will be setlln' In the kitchen rocker resdln' the * I manse when there ain't no wood In the kitchen hot, tin doughnuts In the crock, no plea on the swing shelf lu the cellar an' the young ones goln' round without a second shift to their buck*!" Cephas' mind was far nway during this philosophical dissertation on the waya of womeu lie could see only a sunny head fairly rioting with curls, a pair of eyes that held Ills like magnets although they nerer gave him a glanc. of lore: a smile that lighted tbe world far better than the suu. a dimple tub which bis heart fell headlong when ever he looked at It “Tou're right, father; 'taln't no us< klckln ag in 'em." lie said as he n>s< to hi* feet preparatory to o|s<nlng tie Baxter store "When I said that 'bou trainin' up a girl to suit me, I kind » forgot the one I're picked out I'll considerin' sereral. but the one 1 fa ▼or most—well, 1 believe she'd (Ire U| at the Orst sight o' trainin', and that'- tbe gospel truth." “Consider i u sereral. be you, Ce phasT" laughed Uncle Hart “Well all I hope la that tbe one you favo most--the girl yon re asked on- < a'ready Is considerin' you!" Cephas went U> the pump and, wi ling a large handkerchief, put H li KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN the (Town oT Ids straw hit and saun lured out Into the burning heat of tin open rood between Ids father's sho| and Deacon Baxter's store. ‘‘l shan't aslt her the next time til this hot spell's over." he thought, ‘‘ate I won't do It In that dodgasted oh store njj'ln, neither. I ain't so tongii tied outdoors, an I kind o' think l'i be more In the spoilt of It after sun down some night after supper!" Waitstill found a cool nnd shad.' plnce In which to hitch the old mure loosening her check rein and putting sprig of alder In her headstall to as slat her In brushing off the tiles One could reach the Boynton housi only by going Up a long grass growi lane that led from the high road I was a lolicl) place and Aaron Boyntoi had bought It when he moved fron Ha co slmplv been use he secured It in a remarkable bargain, the owner hat lug lost Ids wife and gone to llvp It Massachusetts Ivory would have sold It long ago had circumstances beet different, for It was at too great a dls tnnee from the school house nnd fron Lawyer Wilson's olllce to be at all con venlent, but lie dreaded to remove Id mother from nvlronmont to tvblol she was accustomed ami doubted vert much whether she would he able b enre for a house to tt hlch she had noi been wonted before tier mind becaim affected. Here In lids safe, secluded cornet nmld familiar and thoroughly knotvi conditions she moved placidly ahoir her dally tasks, performing them with the same care and precision Hint sin had used from the beginning of lie married life All the heavy work tt i done for her by Ivory ami H«dm m the boy In particular being ihv fleete* footed, the most willing and the tie t est of helpers; washing dishes, sweep Ing and dilating, laying the table ie deftly ami quietly as a girl. Mrs Boynton made her otvn simple dresse of gray calico In summer, or dark liu Biy-woolscy In winter by the satin pattern that she had used when sin first came to Kdgcwood: In fact. ther> were positively no external change anywhere to be seen, tragic and tern ble as had been those that bad wrougli havoc In her ndnd Wnltstlll's heart beat faster as stn neared the Boynton house. She had never so much as seen Ivory's mottle for years Mow would she be met Who would begin the conversation at what direction would It take? What P Mrs. Boy nton should refuse to talk b her ut all? She walked slowly Blon thy lane until she saw a slender, gray clad figure stooping over a Mower bed In front of the cottage The woman rained her head with a fawn like ges lure that Imd something hi It of timid Ity rather than fear, picked some loom bits of green from the ground, and quietly turning h a hack ii|sm the on coming stranger, disappeared through the o|Htu front door. 1 There could be uo retreat on her own part now. thought Waitstill. She wish *d for a moment that she bud made this first visit under Ivory's protec tloo, but her Idea had been to gutn klra. Boynton's loufidence ami hue u qutet friend y tall, su n a one as would be lui|voss|ble u the presence of a third person Approaching the steps, she called through the doorway !u her Clear voice Ivory asked me to conn aud see you one day. Mrs Boynton. 1 aui Waitstill Baxter, the little girl on Town House hill that you used to know." Mrs. Boynton came from an Innet room and stood on the threshold. The name "WaltstiU" had nlwaya had s charm for her ears, from the time she first heard it years ago until It fell from Ivory's lips this summer, and again tt caught uer fancy. "Waitstill!” she repented softly "Waitstill! Does Ivory know you?” ■'We’ve known each other for evei so long -ever since we weut to tin brick school together when wre wen boy aud girl And when 1 was a child my stepmother brought me over hen once ou an errand, and Ivory showed me a bumming bird's nest In that Ills bush by the door." Mrs. Iloynton sullied "Come nu« look!" she wlettered "There Is always a humming bird's nest In our lilac How did jou remember?" The two women approached th bush, and Mrs Iloynton carefully p.u-l ed the leaves to show (tie dainty mor sel of ii home thatched with soft g- • green and lined with down "The bin have flown now." she said "They wet like little jewels when they darted oh In the auusbine " THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA. Her voice was taint and sweet, us II It came from far away, nnd her eye* looked not as If they were seeing you but seeing something through you Her pale hair was turned back from her paler face, where the veins show ed like blue rivers, nnd tier smile was like the flitting of a moonbeam. She was standing very close to Waitstill “Waitstill! Does Ivory know you?" closer than she had Invn to any worn an for many years, am? she studied her a little, wistfully yet courteously, as If her attention was attracted by some thine fresh and winning. She looked at the color ebbing and flowing In the Kiri’s cheeks, at her brows and lashes, at her neck ns white as swansdown CHAPTER XIII. Ivory’s Mother. HAD n daughter once." she said L; "My second baby was a girl, hut she lived only a few weeks. 1 need her very much, for I am n great care to Ivory. He Is son and daughter both, now that Mr. Boynton Is away from home. You did not Bot any one In the road as you turned In from the liars, I suppose?" "No,” unswered Waltstlll, surprised and confused, “hut I didn’t really no tlce. I was thinking of a cool place for my horse to stand.” “1 sit out here In these warm after noons." Mrs. Boynton continued, shad Ing her eyes and looking across the fields, "because I can see so far down the lane. 1 have the supper table set for my husband already, and there Is a surprise for him. a saucer of wild ■trawherries I picked for him this morning If he does not come I al waya take atyay the plate and cup be fore Ivory gets here. It seems to make blui unhappy." "He doesn't like It when you arc disappointed. I suppose." Wultstlll ven tured. "1 have brought my knitting. Mrs. Boynton, so tlint I needn't keep you Idle If you wish to work. May I alt down a few minutes? And here Is a cottage cheese for Ivory and Rod man and a Jar of plums for you pre served from my own garden." Mrs. Boynton's eyes searched the face of tills visitor from a world she had almost forgotten auil. finding noth lng but tenderness there, said, with Just a trace of bewilderment: "Thank you. Yes, do sit down. My work basket Is Just Inside the door. Take that rocking chnlr. I don't hnve an other one out here because I have never been in the habit of seeing vlsl tors." ”1 hope I am not Intruding,” stam mered Waltstlll, seating herself and beginning her knitting to see ts It would lessen the sense of strain he tween them. "Not at all. 1 always loved young sod beautiful peoplw and se did my hushsisl If he comes while you are here do aot go away, but alt with him while I get his supper. If Elder tVchrane should ha with him you would see two wonderful men. They went sway together ta do some mte slonary work In Maine and New Hampshire, and perhaps they will come back together. Ido not welcome callers because they always ask so many difficult questions, but you are different and have asked me none at all." "I should not think of asking ques tlons, Mrs. Boynton" "Not that 1 should mind answering them.” continued Ivory's mother, "ex cept that It tires my head very much to think You must not Imagine lam til; It Is only that I have a very bad memory, aud when people ask me to remember something or to give an an swer quickly It confuses me the more Even now l have forgotten why you came and where you live, hut I havo not forgotten your tieautlful name." “Ivory thought you might b# lonely, and l wanted so much to know you that 1 could not keep away any longer, for I am loueiy and unhappy too. I am always watching and hoping for what has never coma yet. I have no mother you have lost your daughter; l thought I thought perhaps we could -tie a comfort to each other." And Waltstlll rose from her chair and put out her hand to help Mrs Boynton down the atejia, she looked so frail, so trau»|.. could not .cry .uto.i, but If I could only smooth your hair sometimes when your head aches or do some cooking for you or read to you or any little thing like that as I would for my own mother, if I could. I should be so glad!" Waitstill stood a head higher than Ivory’s mother, and the glowing health of her, the steadiness of her voice, the warmth of her handclasp must have made her seem like a strong refuge to this storm tossed derelict The deep furrow between Ixds Boynton's eyes relaxed ii trifle, the blood in her veins ran a little more swiftly, under the touch of the young hand that held hers so closely. Suddenly a light came Into her face and her lip quivered. "Perhaps I have been remeralierlng wrong all these years." she said. “It Is my great trouble, remembering wrong. Perhaps my baby did not die as I thought; perhaps she lived and grew up: perhaps" —her pale cheek burned and her eyes shone like stars— “perhaps she lias come back!" Waitstill could not speak. She put her arm round the trembling figure, holding her as she was wont to hold Putty and with the same protective Instinct The embrace was electric In Its effect and set altogether new cur rents of emotion In circulating Soma thing In lads Boynton's perturbed mind seemed to bent Its wings agninst the barriers that had heretofore oppos ed It and, freeing Itself, mounted Into clearer air nnd went singing to the sky. She rested her cheek on the girl's breast with a little sob. "Oh, let me go on remembering wrong!" she sigh ed from that safe shelter. “Let me go on remembering wrong! It makes me so happy!" Waitstill gently led her to the rock ing chair and sat down beside her on the lowest step, stroking her thin hand. Mrs. Boynton's eyes were closed, her breath came and went quickly, but presently she began to speak hurried ly ns if she were relieving a sureharg ed heart “There is something troubling me,” she began, “mid it would ease my mind If I coulrl tell It to some one who could help. Your hand Is so warm and so firm! Oh. hold mine closely and let me draw in strength ns long us you can spare It! It Is flowing, flowing from your lintid Into mine, flowing like wine. My thoughts at night are not like my thoughts by day these last weeks. I wake suddenly and feel that my hnshnnd Inis been away a long time nnd will never come back. Of ten at night, too, 1 am In sore trouble about something else, something J have never told Ivory, the first thing I have ever hidden from my dear son. but 1 think 1 could tell you if only 1 could be sure about It” "Tell roe If It will help you. I will try to understand,” said Waltstlll brokenly. "Ivory says Itodman Is the child of my dead sister. Some one must have told him so Could It have been I? It haunts me day and night, for unless I am remembering wrong ugain I nev er had a sister. I can call to mind neither sister nor brother.” "You went to New Hampshire one winter,” Waltstlll reminded her gently, as if she were talking to a child "It was bitter cold for you to tni:e such a hard Journey. Your sister died ami you brought her little boy, Kodmun. hack, tint you were so 111 thiit a stran ger bad to take cure of you on the stagecoach and drive you to Edgewood next day In his own sleigh. It Is no wonder you have forgotten something of what happened, for Ur. Perry hard ly brought you through the brain fever that followed that Journey.” “I seem to think now that It Is not so!" said Mrs Boynton, opening her eyes ami looking at Waltstlll despair ingly. ”1 must grope and grope In the dark until l find out what Is true and then tell Ivory. (}od will punish false speaking! His heart Is closed agnlust lie* nnd evllrloing!" "He will uever punish you If your tired mind remembers wrong," ssld Waltstlll. “He knows, none better, how you hnve tried to And him and hold him through many a tangled path. I will come as often as I can, and we will try to frighten away these worrying thoughts.” “Ts yon will only come now and then and hold my hand." said Ivory's moth •r, "hold my hand so mat j our strength will flow Into ray weakness, perhaps 1 shall puzzle It oil out and God will help me to remember right before 1 die “Everything that I hnve power to give away shall be given to you." promised Waltstlll. "Now that f know you and you trust ine you shall never be left so alone ignin—not for long, at any rate When 1 slay away you will remember that 1 cannot help It. won't your "Yes, | shall think of yon till 1 see you again I shall watch the long lane more than ever now. Ivory sometimes takes the path across the fields, but my deur hushaud will come by the old road, and uow there will he you to look for!" • •••••• At the Baxters the late supper was over, and the girls had not sat at the table with their father, having eaten earlier by themselves The hired men had gone home to sleep. Patty had re tired to the solitude of her bedroom almost at dusk, quite worn out with the heat, and Waltstlll sat under the peach tree In the corner of her own little, garden, tatting and thinking of her lutervlcw with Ivory’s mother. She sat there until nearly 8 o'clock, trying vainly to put together the pus tllng Jet: Its of I <i|s Boynton's conver sation. wonrVitug w hether the perplex* Hies that v. ■ ,-J her tiiltid were real or fancied ■ t -I ~| -,i tho heart bjr the affectlou that the older woman seemed Instinctively to feel for her. “She did not know me. yet she cared for cue at oucti." thought Walt-still ten delay .... ~. ... at the first glance." She heard her father lock the barn and shed and knew that be would be going upstairs immediately, so she quickly went through the side yard and lifted the latch of the kitchen door. It was fastened. She went to the front door, and that, too, was bolt ed, although It had been standing open all the evening so that If a breeze should spring up it might blow through the house Her father supposed, of course, that she was In bed, and sin dreaded to bring him downstairs fur fenr of his anger Still there was no help for It. and she rapped smartly at the side door There was no answer, and she rapped again, vexed with her own carelessness. Patty's face ap peared promptly behind her screen of mosquito netting In tile second story, but before she could exchange a word with her sister Deacon Baxter opened the blinds of his bedroom window and put his head out “You can try sleepln' outdoors or In the barn tonight," he called. "I didn't say anything to you ut supper time, be cause I wanted to see where you was Intendin' to prowl this evenin'.” “I haven't been 'prowllug' anywhere, father.” answered Waitstill. “I've been out In the garden cooling off. It's only 8 o’clock.” "Well, you can cool off some more,” he shouted, his temper now fully aroused, "or go back where you was this afternoon and see If rhey’ll take you In there! I know all about your deceitful tricks. I come home to grind the scythes and found the bouse and barn empty. Cephas said you'd driven up Saco hill and I took his horse and followed you and saw where yon went. Long's you couldn’t have a feller callin' on you here to home you thought you'd call on him, did yer, you boldfaced hussy?” "I am nothing of the sort,” the girl answered him quietly. “Ivory Boyn ton was not at his house. He was In the hayfield. You know it, and you know that I knew It. I went to see a sick, unhappy woman who has no neighbors. I ought to have gone long before. lam Dot ashamed of It, and I don't regret It. If you ask unrea sonable things of me you must expect to be disobeyed once In awhile.” “Must expect to be disobeyed, must I?" the old man cried, his face posi tively terrifying In Its ugliness. “We’ll see shout that. If you wa’n’t callin' on a young man you were callin’ on a crazy woman, and I won’t have it I tell yon, do you hear? I won’t have a daughter o' mine consortin' with any o’ that Boynton crew. Perhaps a night outdoors will teach you who’s master In this house, you imperdent, shameless girl! We'll try It anyway!" And with that he bnnged down the window nnd disappeared, gibbering and Jabbering Impotent words that she could hear, but not understand. I CHAPTER XIV. Locked Out. WAITSTILL was almost stun ned by the suddenness of this catastrophe. She stood with her feet rooted to the earth for several minutes nnd then walked slowly nway out of sight of the house. There was a chair beside the grindstone under the Porter apple tree and she sank Into It, crossed her arms on the back and. bowing her head on them, burst into a tit of weeping as tempestuous and passionate as it was silent for. nltbough her body fairli shook with sobs, no sound escaped. The minutes passed, perhaps hi hour; she did not take account of time The moon went behind clouds, tin night grew misty, and the stars faded one by one. There would he rain to morrow, anil there was a great deal o 1 hay cut. so she thought in a vagrati sort of way. Meanwhile Putty upstairs was In u state of suppressed excitement and ter ror. It was a quarter of an hour be fore her father settled himself In bed then an age It seemed to her before she heard his heavy breathing. When she thought It quite safe she slipped on a print wrapper, took her shoes In her hand nnd crept noiselessly down stairs. out through the kitchen and Into the shell. Lifting the heavy bar that held the big doors In place, she closed them softly behlod her. stepped out and looked about her in the dark ness. Her quick eye espied In the dis tance near the barn the bowed figure In the chair, anil she flew through the wet grass without n thought of her bare feet till she reached her sister'* aide and held her In a close embrace. “My darling! My own, own poor darling!" she cried softly, the tears running down her cheeks. “How wick ed, how unjust, to serve my dearest sister so! Don't cry, my blessing, don’t cry! You frighten me! I’ll take care of you. dear. Next time I’ll inter sere. I’ll scratch and bite, yea. I’ll strangle anybody that dares to shamt you and lock you out of the heusc you. the dearest, the patlentest. the best!" Waltstlll wiped her eyes. "Let us go farther away where we can talk," she whispered. “When* had we better sleep?" Patty asked "On the hay. I think, though we shall stifle with the heat.” and Patty moveil barn. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) "Why do stars and singers make ao many farewell tours?" "Because they fare well on them, stupid.'*—Baltimore American NOT THE FIRST. Pat was servant of a farmer, and In his charge was a donkey, which was kept to amuse his employer's children. The donkey was following the farmer's wife round the yard one day, and the farmer, turning to Pat. said; "I think that donkey is taking a liking to my wife " “Och." said Pat "shura and it's not the first donkey that's took a Ilk | lng to her. sir " —Exchange. ‘"Booster Week” is Great Opportunity Tor New Candidates Extra Ballot Good For 500,000 Extra Votes Given For the First S2O Turned in on Subscriptions—Not Too Late to Enter the Contest. AT THE BONITA TODAY! The likenesses of the babies in The Augusta Herald's Great Shower of Gold Contest will be shown at the Bonita Theater today. Go to see them! If your' baby’s name is not on the list, fill out the Nomination Blank and send In Its name. The Augusta Herald’s Great Shower of Gold Contest is in its very earliest Infancy, but it is going to fairly hunt with the close of this week for an an other page in this issue is announced “Booster Period," which means that 100,000 extra votes will he given on each yearly subscription to The Herald turn ed In to the Shower of Gold office be fore Saturday night, May 30th, at 10 o’clock. There are a number of fathers and mothers interested in this great race who appreciate at its fullest the oppor tunity knocking at their door. They mean to see their little darlings crowned the most popular baby in Au gusta and vicinity, and are bending every effort In that direction It may seem the sacrifice of some little time on their part to secure the coveted title and Its employments for their little sweethearts but they know that in the end If they are successful the reward will be well worth the effort. To have your little sweetheart elected the most popular baby in Augusta and vicinity through the medium of this en- MORNING WITH THE RECORDER The baseball reporter was sent to write up the Recorder's Court today. The following is what he turned in: CITY’S BATTERY, TEBOW AND WILLIAMS, TOO STRONG FOR VISITORS. The first hatter up today was Willy Green, colored, of Edgefield, S. C., considerably battered up. He was Caught Out on a Foul last night by Officer L. H. Williams, Au gusta's fastest Catcher, His eye was all out, owing to his having been hit by the Pitcher in last night’s game. (A 2-quart China Water-pitcher). But he was brought in safe by Of ficer Williams, and signed up with the Stockade at 11:30 p. m. Umpire Irvin asked him: “How did you happen to come to Augusta? Get Put Out at Home?” “No, sir,” he said, “I jest Struck Out.” The following is the report of last night’s game as told by Anna Bates, who was on the Stand this morning. Anna said it all happened at a fancy dress ball. Shie was holding the Ball at Home —she was also attempting to keep gate, and sell Dope and Peanuts. It was one of her famous Straight Balls. Willy Green, she said, evidently thought it was a Fast Ball. Anyhow, though he misjudged the Ball, he Went In and Made a Hit. Freemasonry Agitation; Socialists Congress Meet Milan. —The agitation over Free masonry has been tne leading feature of the National Socialist Congress at Ancona. After two days’ spirited debate the delegates decided by 27,378 votes to 18,019 that no socialist could be a Freemason and remain true to the principles of both organizations. As a result of the vote two leading mem bers of parliament severed their con nection with the socialist party on the spot. The speeches adverse to the secret order attacked clandestine favoritism of fellow Masons. The denouncers of Masonry declared that the procedure was in violation of the common law and rendered Freemasonry altogether inadmlssable in a present day demo cratic country. This controversy over Masonry has been raging for the past two years in almost every department of Italian public life At the beginning of the year the ministers of war and marine categorically forbade army and naval officers to have anything to do with Masonic lodges, on the ground of di vided allegiance. OF COURSE. "What’s that?" cried the new doc tor In the mining camp. "You say you have ‘shooting pains’ in your back. Why, you’re wounded, man.” "That's what I said—'shooting pains’.” saia Piute Pete. —Judge. LOOK HIM UP. "Opportunity has neverknocked at my door.” "Then why don't you pay the first call? Go and knock at its door and walk right In If the door isn’t an swered immediately.” Louisville Courier-Journal. A GOOD CHANCE. "Two teams in a town has one ad vantage." "What's that?*’ "By keeping a line on the situation you needn'tbump into the boss at the ball game the days you sneak off." —Pittsburgh Post. HIS STATUS. •T've noticed one thing.” "And what Is that?" “The man who is a lion among women is usually a goat among men." —Baltimore Sun. Child Cross? Feverish? Sick? A cross, peevish, listless child, with coated tongue, pale, doesn't sleep; tats sometimes very little, then again ravenously; stomach sour; breath fetid; pains in stomach, with diar rhea: pains in stomach with diarrhea; grinds teeth whtle asleep, and starts up with terror —all suggest a Worm KUlar—something that expels worms, and almost every child has them Kiokapoo Worm Killer l« needed. Get a box today. Start at once You won't have to coax, as Ktckapoo Worm Killer Is a candy confection. Expels the worms, the cause of your child's troubles, 25c. SATURDAY, MAY 23. terprise will be the effect of placing It on the social plane equal to that of any other baby in this locality and its fame will be heralded afar. As mother or father of this fortunate babe you will be envied of every other father arfd mother. In addition to the distinguished honor which is to be conferred upon some baby on June 29th, we are going to pay sub stanteal prizes of gold which wil be paid to the winning contestants imme diately upon the close of this enter prise. all get busy, now for that dear little ray of sunshine. Organize a systematic campaign. Interest all of your relatives friends and neighbors. They will rally to your support. As matters now stand your frier Is will not know whether you desiret to make the race for gold and glory or not and un less you tell them their support will be given to someone else. Send in Your Baby’s Name, Several babies appear in the list with out names. These names have been sent in by friends of parents who failed to send the baby’s name. The parents of these ba»)ies would confer a favor on ttoo contest manager by calling at the Show er of Gold headquarters and supplying those names. If you can’t come in per son drop us a card or use the telephone. No. 236. Voting Rule. Until further notice, candidates in The Shower of Gold Contest will not be permitted to vote more than 10,000 votes more than the leader in the previous day’s publication. All votes deposited more than that amount will be held back. This gave him confidence, and later in the game he Hit Anna for Two Bags (of peanuts). This was really an error for Anna’s husband, wno ought to have Put Willy Out at First, but he must have judged Willy too hot to handle. Willy did not score, however, Tor Anna Caught him Trying to Steal, and Called Hih Out. Thereupon Willy Lost Control and started throwing wild. One of his wild throws hit a player (the Electric Piano-Player) and an other hit a Fan (the Electric fan.) Then Anna’s husband took out the Pitcher and swatted one that Broke Over Willy’s Head. Just at this juncture Officer Tebow, (Manager of the City Team, and Champion Twirler of the Club) Came Up. He is a great man in a “pinch." besides getting fine work out of his Club. He Stopped the Bali. But Willy, being unable to see the Bali any Further, Flew Out to the Back Field. It looked at first like a Home Run for Willy, hut Officer Williams Caught Him at the Back Fence. Umpire Irvin fined him sls this morning, <TM benched him for 30 days. Daily Pattern 9&89 9889.—A SIMPLE BUT UP TO DATE GOWN. + Ladies Dress, with or without Chem isette, with Long or Shorter Sleeve and with Skirt in Raised or Nor mal Waistline. Crepe voile In a new blue shade, with embroidery In self color on cuff* and collar, was used for this design. The waist is shaped in front at the closing, and the kimono sleeve extends over the shoulders to. form a yoke. The neck is cut in pointed outline In front and finished with a deep col lar The sleeve is stylish In wrist lengths or with a pointed cuff Jr. short er lengths. The skirt Is cut on pre vailing lines, is graceful and finished at the back with dart tucks. It meas ures at the foot In the medium size, when finished about 1 3-4 yard. The pattern is cut In 7 sizes: 32, 34, 36, .>B, 40, 42, and 44 Inches bust measure. It requires 6 1-4 yards of 36 inch mater ial for a medium size. A pattern of this Illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10c In sil ver or stamps. ga lIM Num Street ai4 Na City ■tat*