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TWELVE TnELdSTSNOT^ cxy>y/p/<zyr/<*/?; by C//ML& jcr/avrrtj janv r FBEDERICK PALMER In thl* story Mr. Palmer, the noted war correspondent, has paint ed war aa he has seen It on many battlefields, and between many na tions His Intimate knowledge of armies and armaments has enabled him to produce a graphic picture of the greatest of all wars, and hla knowledge of conditions has led him to prophesy an end of armed conflicts. No msn Is better quali fied to write the story of the final world war than Mr. Palmer, and he has handled his subject with a master hand. (Continued from Yesterday.) ’’Eugene!'" Hugo Malllti had stopped and bent over Eugene In the supreme Instinct of that terrible second, sup ' porting his comrade's head. "The bullet Is not—made --" Eugene whtepered, the ruling passion strong to the last A flicker of the eyelids, a gurgle In the throat, and he was dead. “Here, you are not going to gel out this way I" Fracaitse shouted, In the Irritation of haate, slapping Hugo with bis sword "Go on! That's hoapltal corps work." Hugo had a glimpse of the captain’s rigid features and a last one of Hu iene’a, white and «HII and yet as If he were about to speak his favorite boast; then he hurried on, his side glance showing other prosorate forms. One form a few yards away half rose to call "Hospitall" and fell back, •trnok mortally by a second bullet. “That’s what you get. If you forget Instructions,” said Frnraseo with no •enae of brutality, only professional exasperation. Keep down, you wound ad men!” he shouted at the top of his troloe. The colonel of the 128th had not looked for Immediate resistance, lie bad told Fracasae’a men to occupy the knoll expeditiously, nut by the com mon Impulse of military training, no leas than In answer to the whistle’s call, In fnco of the withering flro they dropped to earth at the base of a knoll, where Hugo threw himself down at full length In h|s place In line oast to Peterkln. “Fire polnthlank at the crest In front of you! I saw a couple of men •landing up there!" called Fraoasse. "Fire fast! That’s the way to keep down their Are--polnthlank, I tell you! You’re firing Into the sky! I want to •ee more dual kicked up. Fire fast! We'll have them out of there soon! They’re only an outpost" Hugo wea firing vaguely, like a man In a dream. Pllser was shooting to kill. His aye had the steely gleam of his rifle sight and the liver patch on his cheek was a deeper hue as he ■ought to avenge Eugene's death. Drowned by the racket of their own Bre. not even Peterkln was hearing khe whtsh-whlsh of the bullets from Dallarme's oompany now. He did not know that the blacksmith’s son. who ; Fllaar Wee Shooting to Kill. Che fourth man from him, lay with feta Ohio on hts rifle stock and a tiny triable of blood from a hole In hla •forehead fanning down the bridge of his noao • •••••• Toni Dellarme. new to hie cap tala's rank, watching the plain through hia glasses, aaw the move ment of mounted officer* lo the rear of the 121 th aa a reason for summon ing his men. *Vreep up' Don’t show yourselves' Creep up earefully—carefully!" he kept repeating as they crawled for ward on their stomachs "And no one le to Are until the commend comes " Hugging the cover of the rtdge of Ereeh earth which they had thrown np the previous night, they watched the white poets Sumasky. who had been , gwilnetlvelv silent sil the mornUtc. was In hla place, but he was not look ing at the enemy. Cautiously, to avoid a reprimand, he raised his head to en able him to glance along the line. All the faces seemed drawn and clayish. "They don’t want to fight! They're juat here because they’re ordered here and haven’t the character to defy au thority," he thought. ’’The leaven Is working! My time is coming!" For Dollarme the minute had come when all his training waa to be put to a test The figures on the other side of the white posts were rising He was to prove by the way he directed r. com pany of infantry in action whether or not he was worthy of his captain’s rank. He smiled cheerily. In order that he might watch how each man used his rifle, he drew back of the line, his slim body erect aa he rested on one knee, his head level with the other heads while he fingered his whistle. The Instant that Eugene Aronson sprang over the white post ft blast from the whistle began the war. it was n signal, too. for Stransky to play the pari he had planned; to make the speech of his life. His six feet of stature shot to Its feet with a Jnck-ln-the box abruptness, under the Impulse of a mighty and reckless passion. “Men. stop firing'" he howled thun derously. “Stop firing on your broth ers! Like you, they are only the pawns of the ruling class, who keep us all pawns in order that they may have champagne and caviare. Com rades, I’ll lead you! Comrades, we’ll take a white flag and go down to meet our comrades and w e'll find that they think as we do! I’ll lead you!" The appeaj was drowned In the cracking of the rifles working as regu larly as punching machines In a fac tory. Every soldier was seeing only his sight nnd the running figures un der It. Mechanically and automatical ly. training had been projected Into action, anticipation Into realization. A spectator might as well have called to a man In a hundred-yard dash to stop running, to an oarsman In a race to Jump out of hia shell The company sergeant sprang for Stransky with an oath. Hut Htransky was In no mood to submit. He felled the sergeant, with a blow nnd, reck lessly defiant, stared at Dellarme, while the men. steadily firing, were still oblivious of the scene. The ser geant, stunned, rose to his knees and reached for hia revolver. Drllarme, bent over to keep his head below the crest, had already drawn his aa he hastened toward them ’’Will you get down? Will you take your place with your rifle?" demanded Dellarme. Stransky laughed thunderously In scorn. He was hundsome. titanic, and barbaric, with his huge shoulders stretching his blouse, which fell loose ly around his narrow hips, while the flat that had felled the sergeant was ■till cl»nched "No!" Bald Stransky. "Yon won’t kill much if you kill nve and you’d kill less If you shot yourself! God Al mighty! Ho you think I'm afraid? Me —afraid r* HU eyea In n bloodshot glare, as uncompromising ns those of a bull In an arena watching the next move of the red cape of the matador, regarded Itellarme, who hesitated in admiration of the picture of human force before him. Ilut the old sergeant, smarting under the Insult of the blow, his sand stone features mottled with red patches, had no compunctions of this order. He was ready to act as execu tioner "If you don’t want to shoot. ! can! An example the law! There’s no other way of dealing with him! Give the word!*' he said to liellarme. Stransky laughed, now In strident cynicism. Dellarme still hesitated, recollecting latnstron's remark He plotured Stransky in a last stand in a redoubt, and every soldier was as precious to him as a piece of gold tc a raiser. "One ought to be enough to kill me If you’re going to do it to slow music," said Stransky. "You might as well kill me aa the poor fools that your poor fools sre trying to —** Another breath finished the speech; a breath released from a ball that seemed to have come straight from hell The Are control officer of a regi ment of Gray artillery on Ihe plain, scanning the landscape for the origin of the Hfle-flre which was leaving many fallen In the wake of the charge of the Gray Infantry, had seen a figure on the knoll "How kind! Thank you!" hla thought spoke faster than words. No need of range-finding! The range to every possible battery or Infantry position around I.* Tlr was already marked on his map. He passed the word to his guns. The buret of their first shrapnel shell blinded all three actors In the scene on the crest of the knoll with Us ear-splitting crack and the force of Its concussion threw Stransky down beside the sergeant Dellarme, as his vision cleared, had Just time to sea Htransky Jsrk h!s hand up to his. tem ple, whara there was a red spot, be fore another shell burst, a little to tbs rear. This was harmless, as a ihrapncd's gl Ciagmejtl* ttd THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA. bullets carry forward from the point of explosion. But the next burst in front of the line. The doctor's period of idleness waa over. One man’s rifle shot up aa his spine was broken by a Jagged piece of shrapnel Jacket. Now there were too many shells to watch them Individually. “It’s all right—all right, men!’’ Del larme called again, assuming hie cheery smile. "It takes a lot of shrap nel to kill anybody. Our batteries will soon answer!” Hla voice was unheard, yet Its spir it was felt. The men knew through their training that there was no use of dodging and that their best protec tion was an accurate fire of their own. Stransky had half risen, a new kind of savagery dawning on his features as he regained his wits. With in verted eyes he regarded the red ends of his fingers, held In line with tho bridge of his nose. Ho felt of the wound again, now that he was less dizzy. It was only a scratch and he had been knocked down like a beef In an abattoir by an unseen enemy, on whom he could not lay hunds! Deaf eningly, the shrapnel Jackets con tinued to crack with “ukung-s-sh— ukung-s-sh” as the swift breath of the shrapnel missiles spread. The guns of one battery of that Gray regiment of artillery, each firing six 14-pound shells a minute methodically, every shell loaded with nearly two hundred projectiles, were giving their undivid ed attention to tho knoll. How long could his company endure this? liellarme might well ask. He knew that he would not be expected to withdraw yet. With a sense of re lief he saw Fracusse’s men drop for cover at the base of the knoll and then, expectation fulfilled, he realized that rifle-fire now reinforced tho ene my’s shell fire. His duty was to re main while he could hold \Js men, and a feeling towrard them suih as ho had never felt before, which waa love, sprang full fledged Into hla heart as he suw how steadily they kept up their fusillade Stransky, eager In response to a new passion, sprang forward Into place and picked up his rifle. "If you will not have It my wajr, take It yours!" said the best shot In the company, as he began firing with resolute coolness "They have u lot of men down,” said nellarme, his glasses showing the many prostrate figures on the wheat stubble. "Steady! steady! We have plenty of batteries back In the hills. One will be in action soon.” Hut would one? He understood that with thetr smokeless powder the Gray guns could be located only by thplr flashes, which would not be vis ible unless the refraction of light were favorable Then “thur-eesh —thur- eeßh” above every other sound In a long wail! No man ever forgets the first crack of a shrapnel at close quar ters, the first bullet breath on his cheek, or the first supporting shell from his sido In flight that passes above him. "That ts ours!” called DeTlaniM. "Ours!” shouted the sergeant. "Ours!” sang the thought of every one of them. \ Over the Gray batteries on the plain an explosive ball of smoke hung In the still air: then another beside It. “Thur-eesh thur-eesh thur-eesh," the screaming overhead became a gale that built a cloud of blue smoke over the offending Gray batteries —beauti- ful. soft blue smoke from which a spray of steel descended. There was no spotting the flashes of the Browns’ guns in order to reply to them, for they were under the cover of a hill, using Indirect aim ns nicely and ac curately as If firing pointblnnk. The gunners of the Gray batteries could not go on with their work under such a hall storm; they were checkmated, They stopped firing and began moving to a new position, where their com mander hoped to remain undiscovered long enough to support the 128th by loosing his lightnings against the de fenders at the critical moment of tho next charge, which would be made aa soon as Fracasae’a men had been rein forced. There was an end to the concus sions and the thrashing of the air around Dellarine's men, and they had the relief of a breaking abscess In the ear. Hnt they became more conscious of the spits of dust In front of their faces and the passing whistles of bul lets In return, they made the sec tions of Gray Infantry In reserve rush ing across the levels, leave many gray lumps behind. Hut Fracasse’a men at the foot of the slope poured in a heav ier and still heavier fire. "Down there’s where we need the •hells now!” spoke the thought of Dal larme's men. which he had anticipated by a word to the signal corporal, who waved h! i flag one—two -three —four —five times Come on, now, with more of your special brand of death, fire-control officer! Your own head It above the sky-line, though your guns are hidden. Five hundred yards be yond the knoll Is the range! Com* on! He came with a buret of screams to low In flight that they seemed to brush the beck of the men's necks Kith a hair broom at the rate_ of a thousand feet a second. Having watched the result, Dellarme turned with a confirmatory gesture, which the corporal translated into the wigwag of “Correct!” The shrapnel smoke hanging over Fracasse’s men appeared a heavenly blue to Dellarme’s men. “They are going to start for us soon! Oh, but we’ll get a lot of them!” whispered Stransky gleefully to his rifle. Dellarme glanced again toward the colonel's station. No sign of the re tiring flag. He was glad of that. He did not want to fall back in face of a charge; to have bis men silhouetted In the valley as they retreated. And the Grays would not endure this show er-bath long without going one way or the other. He gave the order to fix bayonets, and hardly was it obeyed when he saw flashes of steel through the shrapnel smoke as the Grays fixed theirs. The Grays had 600 yards to go; the Browns had the time that it takes running men to cover the dis tance in which to stop the Grays. “We’ll spear any of them who has the luck to get this far!” whispered Stransky to his rifle. The sentence was spoken in the midst of a salvo of shrapnel cracks, which he did not hear. He heard nothing, thought noth ing, except to kill. The Gray batteries on the plain, having taken up a new position and being reinforced, played on the crest at top speed Instantly the Gray line rose and started up the slope at the run. With the purpose of confusing no less than killing, they used percus sion, which burst on striking the ground, as well as shrapnel, which burst by a time-fuse in the air. Foun tains of sod and dirt shot upward to meet descending sprays of bullets. The concussions of the earth shook the aim of Dellarme’s men, blinded by smoke and dust, as they fired through a fog at bent figures whose legs were pumping fast in dim pantomime. Hut the guns of the Drowns, also, have word that the charge has begun. The signal corporal is waiting for the gesture from Dellarme agreed upon aa an announcement. The Brown artil lery commander cuts his fuses two hundred and fifty yards shorter. He, too, uses percussion for moral affect. Half of the distance from the foot to the crest of the knoll Pracasee's men have gone In face of the hot, sla zllng tornado of bullets, when there is a blast of explosions In their faces with all the chaotic and irresistible force of a volcanic eruption. Not only are they In the midst of the first lot of the Browns' shells at the shorter range, but one Gray battery has either made a mistake in cutting its fuses or struck a streak of powder below stand ard. and its shells burst among those whom It ts aiming to assist. The ground seems rising under the feet of Fracasse's company; the air lfe spilt and racked and wrenched and torn with hideous screams of Invisible demons The men stop; they act on the uncontrollable instinct of self-pres ervation against an overwhelming force of nature. A few without the power of locomotion drop, faces pressed to the ground. The rest flfie toward a shoulder of the slope through *he Instinct that leads a hunted man In a street into an alley. In a confusion of arms and legs, press ing one on the other, no longer sol diers, only a mob, they throw them selves behind the first protection that offers itself. Fracasse also runs. Ha runs from the flame of a furnace door suddenly thrown open. The Gray batteries have ceased fin ing; certain gunners’ ears burn under the words of inquiry as to the cause of the mistake from an artillery com mander. Dellarme's men a r e hugging the earth too close to cheer. A desire to spring up and yell may be in their hearts, but they know the danger of showffug a single unnecessary inch of their craniums above the sky-line. The sounds that escape their throats are those of a winning team at a tug of war as diaphragms relax 20 or SO Grays plastered on the slope at the point where tho charge was checked. Every one of those prostrate forms ts within fatal range. Not one moves a finger; even the living are feigning death in the hope of surviv ing. Among them ts little Peterkln, so faithful in forcing his refractory legs to keep pace with his comrades. If he is always up with them they will never know what Is In his heart and call him a coward. As he has been knocked unconscious, he has not been In the pell-mell retreat. Hla first stabbing thought on coming to was that he must be dead; but, no; he waa opening his eyes sticky with dust. At least, he must be wounded! He had not power yet to move hie hands In order to feel where, and when they grew alive enough to move, what he saw In front of him held them frlgldiy still. Hie nerves went search ing from bit head to his feet and— miracle of heaven! —found no point of pain or spot soppy with blood. If he were really hit there was bound to be one or the other, he knew from read ing. (To be continued Tomorrow.) The season is approaching for the making of this delicious condiment. And as most every one desires to have a supply of this article in the house, every one will appreciate a good recipe for making it. The fol lowing one is excellent: Twenty-five ripe tomatoes mashed with a potato masher, eight green peppers; six on ions. Run peppers and onions through a vegetable chopper. 801 l one hour. After boiling one hour add one quart of vinegar, one cup of sugar, three tableapoonfuli of salt, one tea spoonful of whole cloves and one of allspice, two teaspoonfuls of celery seed, one tcaspoonfu) of cinnamon, t --ok entire mixture slowly for t« .i hours. VALKEI2 TOM KITTEN BECOMES A REAL HUNTER. One day Tom Kitten was playing beside his mother, who was sleeping in the sun, when he saw something that looked like a brush sticking out from behind a barrel near the yard where the hens w-ere. Tom Kitten crawled along very softly and wondered what it was, and when he was close to it he saw it move a little. "The very thing to play with,” said Tom Kitten, trying to claw it, but it moved a little further awy just then and Topi Kitten missed it. “I’ll catch it this time,” ’said Tom Kitten, making another attempt to claw it, and this time he did, and his claws held fast, too. But what Tom Kitten expected to happen did not happen, and instead of having a frolic with the brush he found himself carried along over t e fields at a terrible rate of speed. It seemed to Tom Kitten that every- OH PEAR.OH *** XJE AB*.t-A UOHE I> -ROVER thing was whirling around and he could feel his fur stand up straight with fright, buthe could not let go. Suddenly he found himself behind a stone wall, and a most awful looking head with a mouth full of teeth was looking at him. It did not take Tom Kitten long to think; in fact, he jumped before he THE WAYS OF THRIFT Copyrighted, 1914, American Society for Thrift. ECONOMY IN TRANSPORTATION. By William Keiner. The words “cost of hauling” are closely allied with the trite "high cost of living” phrase. The loss caused by lack of proper hauling facilities is so enormous that it exceeds in Chicago about fifty million dollar a year, while it may reach the $160.000,000 mark in New York. In other cities the loss is in proportion to the size of the town. Notwithstanding these facts prac tically nothing is done to reform local hauling from the primitive slngle niitn-affalr and methods into a mod ern industrial enterprise. The railroad as a common carrier is tied to the tracks and has a fixed lim ited sphere of operation. What com merce needs for broad and general use is a common carrier not tied to rails —a trackless freight carrier— with a wide range and unlimited sphere of activity, going wherever re quired to fill the needs of transporta tion in the cities and extending Us operation into the heart of the coun try, into remote productive but unde veloped districts bringing the market to the consumer. This plan has al ready been Inaugurated by the Can adian Pacific railway for moving the grain crops of western Canada ny motor trucks from the barns of the formers to the freight stations. G. A. Rankin has estimated the lost. WORTH WHILE Did the Romans Smoke? From the London Chronicle. “Why is it that smoking never crept Into Roman literature?" I have asked, which a correspondent answers that it has crept. It is mentioned by Pliny (N’.H. xxvi, 6-16). He records the use of coltsfoot for smoking. and recom mends smoking the dried roots and leaves ofthis plant as a remedy for obstinate colds and coughs. From this the botanical name of the coltsfoot (ttissllngo), which means "cough easer,” has been derived. British boys who have neither coughs nor colds still smoke coltsfoot surreptitiously, find that it makes them satisfactorily sick. To Tighten a Cane Seat. When the cane seat of a chair sags, It may be tightened and made to look as Rood as new by scrubbinß it with hot water and soap until the cane is wet thoroughly and then drying it in the hot sun. , How to Mend Your Treasured China. From the Public Ledßer, Philadelphia. I had such a pretty Dresden china comb and brush tray for my dressing table which was broken Into three pieces Just the other day by someone dropping a heavy pair of curling Irons on it. I was almost heartbroken be cause it was part of a set ana I was afraid 1 could not replace it, and even if 1 could. I did not feel that I could afford to do so. One of my friends told me she had been success ful In mending several pieces of old china, which were treasured heir looms. with plaster of Paris and gum arable. Make a thick solution .if gum arable and water and into it put the plaster until the mixture becomes a paste This Is aplled to the edges of the china which are pressed firmly together. ! tried it on my tray and it worked like magic. The solution is white, so that It does not show like glue, and. tayt of all. it makes such a strong Joint that they tell me that the ar thought at all, and ran. Then he heard Rover Dog’s bark, and Tom Kitten ran under a bush and peeked out to see what had really happened. Rover Dog was running and bark ing, and Tom Kitten looked and saw something running ahead of Rover Dog. "He is chasing something,” said Tom Kitten. ”1 guess I’ll go and see what it is.” So off he ran after Rover, but Ro ver went so fast he had to give it up. “I will sit here on the top of this hill and wait for Rover Dog to come back,” said Tom Kitten. “He won’t catch that animal; it is running too fast even for Rover Dog.” But just then he saw Rover Dog’s master running toward him with a gun, and when he came up to him Tom Kitten decided to rtfn too. When the master and Tom Kitten reached Rover Dog, Tom Kitten saw a hole in the ground, and the master said to Rover Dog: “You lost him, didn’t you? We will have to wait un til tonight, old fellow.” When they started back home the master felt something rub against his leg. “Well, if it isn’t Tom Kitten," he said. “How did you get down here? Are you hunting the fox too?" Then he picked up Tom Kitten and put him on his shoulder, and he rode all the way home, holding tightly to the master’s coat. “Where in the world have you been?’’ asked his mother, as Tom Kitten jumped from his smaster 1 shoulder and ran to her. “Oh!” I have had a most wonderful time, said Tom Kitten. “I tried to play with an old brush I saw in the yard back of a barrel, and it flew away with me over the fields. "And I must have fallen on some awful creature’s back, and he would have eaten me, I am sure, if I had not frightened him with my claws.’’ “Oh, dear! Oh, dear!” laughed Ro ver Dog, who had been listening. “You are a real hunter and you idn t know it “That was the tail of old sly fox, who had come to rob the hen yard; it wasn’t a brush, and you frightened him away. I*saw you clinging to his tail, and I ran after you. It is a good thing he stopped, or he might have carried you right into his hole, you are so small.” Copyright, 19914,, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate, New York City. through inability of railroads to han dle the country’s production in 1905-6 at a round billion dollars. A well es tablished trackless transportation system would add this billion dollars regularly to our national wealth. A trackless freight carrier when once well under operation will become an important instrument in the country's prosperity and will reduce the dogma that prosperity depends upon the rail road to a half truth. The prosperity of the country de pends upon the entire system of transportation, which Includes be sides railroads all trackless transpor tation facilities and marine and a.r navigation. It is only the gross neglect of track less transportation that has put rail roads in the lime-light as a prosperity producer, and to save the untold mil lions lost and squandered in kauling it will be a part of wisdom—a duty of and to the public—to develop track less transportation in cities as well as in rural districts making It a pub lic utility under control of commerce as a co-operative association on - the profit sharing plan. When the public can buy and Co, - tract for transportation service as it now contracts for telephone, electric lieht, and heat service, onlv with »he difference that hy a co-operative plan they buy from themselves and pay themselves—the cost of transporta tion will drop about 70 per cent on the dollar of transportation charge, or from SI,OOO to S3OO or still less. ticle never breaks again in the same place. When Your Girl’s Enqaged. There's a song In her heart that Is buoyant and new (As new as her mother’s before her!) There's a light in her eye which was never for you, Or for even the mother who bore her. Your heart overflowed at her first lit tle cry And leaped at her first little laugh ter; But now there's a note, half a song, half a sigh. For all of her years to come after. You know never Galahad shattered a lanes , Who was fit to presume to possess her. And tho' glad of her gladness, you eye him askance And rebel that he dare to caress her. She is flesh of ywwir flesh, she Is bone of your bifite, You have knciEbn all her gladness and sorrow? But the call of a new blood has enter ed her own That the wprld shall be peopled to morrow. Oh. the old mint grow old and the new must renew; So rejoice at the new Joy before before her; But oh. there's that look which was never for you! Or even the mother who bore her! —Edmund Vance Cooke. As It Should Be Done. Kllhu Hoot Is credited with a clever Story about a certain attempt to correct the manners of * careless office boy One morning the young sntocrat entered the office and. tossing his cap on a hook exclaimed: "Say, Mr. Ruot. there a a ball game FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 4. on at the park toda;- and I want to go down.” “James,” said Mr. Root, seizing the opportunity to inculcate a much needed lesson, “that is not the way to ask a. favor. Now, you sit down in mv chair and I’ll show you ..cw to do it prop erly.” The boy took the chair, and his em ployer picked up the misplaced cap and stepped outside. He then re-entered softly, closed the door, and holding the cap in his hand respectfully approached the supposed head of the office.” “Please, sir," he said quietly, “there is a ball game at the parkthis after noon, and if you could spare me I should like to get away for part of the after noon.” In a flash the quick-witted boy had improved the situation. “Why, certainly, Jimmie,” hereplied graciously. “Here is half a dollar to pay your way in.” Since There’s No Help. Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done, you get no more ot me; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows; And when we meet at any time Be it not seen In either of our browS That we one jot of former love Now at the last gasp o f Love’s latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speech less lies. When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes. Now, if thou wouldst when all hr ve given him over, From death to life thou mightst him yet recover! —Michael Drayton. fLEEPYTIME TALKS ROGER AND TOBY. BOBBIE. (By Virginia Vale). Once upon a time Bobbie went to visit in the country. He took his rake and went to the meadow witn the men to rake the hay anc help get it on the big teams. He wasn’t very big but h« worked very hard and soon be came tired aid lay down beside a pile of hay and soon he was sound asleep. The wind blew and some of the hay fell down on Bobbie and covered him up so that when it was time to go home the men did not see him and thought he had gone home and they lefi without him. It was quite dark a little way from the house and when they got there it was nearly dark. “Where is Bobbie?" they asked. “Isn’t he here?” They looked every place but no little boy could they find, so one of the men said he would go back and look in the field. When he got there he called “Bobbie, Bob bie! where are you?” but Bobbie was still asleep and so didn't hear him. The man went up to a big hay cook and there under all the hay was Bobbie fast asleep. How did laugh at him when they got home, but Bobbie didn’t think it was very funny and promised that the next day he wouldn’t go to sleep, but would work very hard to make up for his nap that day. The next day Bobbie came rid ing home on top of the biggest load of hay and they all said he had worked hard and deserved his ride home to the barn, and a nice big supper. Daily Pattern 1044.—Stylish Up-to-Dntc Gown. Composed of a two-piece skirt, wjth yoke tunic and a blouse waist, with long drop shoulder effect. A flaring collar finishes the neck edge. The sleeve may be made In short length, with a pointed cuff, or finished in full length style. As here shown, figured silk crepe and com bined in pretty browa tones. The pat tern is cut In six sizes; 34. 36, 3S, 40, 42 snd 44 Inches bust measure. It re quires 6H yards of 44-inch matertal for s 34-inch size. The skirt measures 1?4 yard at the lower edge. A pattern of this Illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 1 Ocents in stiver or stamps. No Size Name Street snd No City . State