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ADVENTURES
Of the TWINS
By Olive Roberts Barton
“THE MAGIC SAND’S GONE," SAID POOR NANCY
"Now, what’ll we do?" said the
Hand Man dismally as he and the
Twins ’eft the house of the Sour
Old Woman Who Lived Under the
Water-Fall.
"Why?” asked Nick. "What do
you mran, Mister Sand Man?”
"I mean that the magician, Eena
Meena, bewitched the magic sand
just now,” said the Sand Man. "He
cast a spell over it. Didn t you hear
him He turned it from sleepy sand
into wide-awake sand. What the
babies will do now I don’t know.
Suddenly Nancy began to laugh.
"Why, Mister Sand Man,” she said.
"We forgot to tell you that when
Nick and I came back after putting
the babies to sleep for their after
noon naps, we weeped inside the
Sour Old Woman's house and saw
Eena Meena there. We knew he
would do some mischief if he saw
the sleepy sand so we emptied It
out into an old stump and put com
?mon scand in its place.”
“What:” cried the Sand Man hap
pily. "Do you mean to say that I
have only common sand in my
sack ?”
“Yes," declared Nick. "The sleepy
sand is as safe as ever."
“That s Just fine,” said the Sand
Man. "You Twins have saved
everything. Where is the real magic
sand. I must get it right away."
The Twins led the way from the
water-fall ts ward a large stump
that stood nearby.
“Here it is,” said Nancy, running
ahead. “We dumped it all into the
hollow place in the middle and— ’’
But suddenly she stopped talking
and she looked very queer.
“What's wrong? What’s the mat
ter"'” called the Sand Man.
"The magic sand's gone," said
poor Nancy. "We left it right here
in this stump and now it's all gone.
Somebody has stolen it again."
“Here s a note,” said Nick, walk
ing around the stump to see if he
could find any trace of the rob
bers.
“Read it," said the Sand Man
dismally.
So Nick opened the note and
I’LL TELL THE
WORLD
The WANT AD
COLUMNS of The Au
gusta Herald have
never failed to buy or
sell anything for me.
READ AND
TRY ’EM
—A guy that knows.
BY CONDO
read:
"Dear Folks:
"I was watching all the time
and I saw you dump the magic
sleepy sand into the stump.
“I have taken it away to Sqee
jick Land, where it will be safe.
“Hastily yours,
"Tweekanose."
"My land of Goshen'” cried the
poor Sand Man. “What shall we do
now?” The sun is getting low and
there is nobody to put the babies
to sleep!”
“We’ll have to go to Squeejick
Land,” said Nick.
“But we can’t,’ said the Sand
Man. "Tweekanose says—"
“It doesn't matter what he says,"
declared Nick bravely. “We can go
anywhere on the earth or in Fairy
land in our magic shoes. He is only
trying to scare us. We'll go back
and ask the Green Wizard."
"A very good idea, Indeed!” said
the Sand Man.
So he emptied the common sand
out of his sack and put the empty
sack into his pocket.
Then they all went back to the
tree where the Green Wizard lived.
"We want to follow Tweekanose
the Gnome to Squeejick Land,’ said
Nancy. “How do you get there?”
"Just a hminute,” said the wizard,
“until I look in my gazing ball."
So Nancy and Nick and the Sand
Man waited.
(To Be Continued.)
Kid’s Mother
Mrs. Mary Selby of Los Angeles,
75-year-old mother of "Kid Mc-
Coy." held for the murder of Mrs.
Theresa Mors, "th« only woman he
ever loved," still has faith In her
son "He couldn't have done this
terrible thing," she says. "He's al
ways been such a hood boy."
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"Hi, there," Shouted Jack, as he approached the plane. “Hi,
yourself," shouted the aviator, as he started to get out of the plane
seat. Then the whole exploring party surrounded the plane and the
flyer shook hands with them all. lie explained that ho was on his way
to India and just came down to rest.
BY AHERN
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vou can", replied the aviator. "I’ve got an extra seat and you and
your dog and monkey can Join mo if you want to see all of the sights
of that country.”
.lack Daw's next ndveniiire will he among the Thrills of India.
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 29
BY STANLEY
BY MARTIN
BY TAYLOR
BY RLOSSER
BY SWAN