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GALVESTON TRIBUNE.
DDAY, APIILT, 1917.
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Poetry and Persiflage
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FOOD CONSERVATION.
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SANCTUM SIFTINGS
"But couldn’t he be arrested?"
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"My poor old wedding stovepipe
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zollern recollekt what happened to V.
Huerta?
ber of years Lahoma’d go east. But as
long as he’s at large she’ll wait for him
to turn up. She’ll stay right there in
the cove till she dies of old age if he’s
eys.
hat!"
The
A Pretty Sight.
Female Voter—How are you going to
vote, my dear?
Ditto—In my green velvet walking
suit and matched hat.—Orange Peel.
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.Timely Thoughts.
The fear of war is worse than war
itself.—-Italian proverb.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
And fairer
fame.
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New York Office, 171 Madison Ave.
D. J. Randall.
Copyright, 1913, by the Bobbs- Merril)
Company.
Wonder if the numerous offers to
,support the president will be effective
after Mr. Wilson’s present term of of-
fice expires? .
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The time to swat has. again returned.
In this connection it might be perti-.
nent to suggest that baseball players
should not restrict their swatting ac-
tivities to flies alone.
*DillyunyandHisfriends5,
~~ ZZavid Cop^_____
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JI ffifflWE BUS
"One of the essentials of national
defense is a system of highways over
which armies and supplies can go,-"’de-
clares Senator Bankhead of Alabama.
“We should appropriate $50,000,000 or
even $100,000,000 in congress annually
for good roads, and I believe that time
will come.” Good rods are even more
important for a higher element of na-
tional defense than the passage of ar-
mies and supplies—they are an urgent
requirement for raising the level of
intelligence and civilization, and the
eradication of backwoods provincial-
ism.
cross old bear began to look
Faith looks at thee, then turns and
walks with one
Through the dark garden of Geth-
semane,
Hears the deep groan, sees the accursed
tree,
And kneels before the sepulcher alone.
Perhaps when Mary trod, at break of
day,
The path that led her to the empty
tomb
Lilies, all white and pure, sprang into
bloom
Around the stone which had been rolled
away.
Bloom on, sweet flower, symbolic of
that day
And of the resurrection yet to be.
May faith bloom in my soul as pure as
thee
Till griefs shall fade and tears be
wiped away.
—T. Russell Shelton, Richmond Times-
Dispatch.
was the one he sought, but from their
noiuc .1 .1 ... hanged or locked up for a certain num-
being there—they were Edgerton-1
than the immortelles of
prayer,
if thou ever dreamed of ,Easter
hours.
pected to contribute toward feeding ? to president
wmnp
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-anaxe
Germany, got
gentleman of
yclept Huerta.
THE EASTER LILY.
, Emblem of chastity, sweet nun of
flowers,
A rosary of dewdrops thou dost wear,
And thy fair head droops gently, as in
the armies now battling across the
ocean.
Those xho have been all along
thinking that the mostpatriotic duty
that a 1 citizen could perform was to
enlist in some branch of the fighting
force of the nation, may have been
somewhat narrow in their definition
of the term, and it may come to pass
that the farm demonstration agent will
eventually prove to be a tremendous
factor in the winning of the war, for
it will ■ be largely through his teach-
ing and unceasing efforts that the sup-
ply of foodstuffs will show increased
, yield.
The planting of the back yard gar-
den has usually been looked upon as
a sort- of harmless fad affording op-
portunity for the investment of sur-
plus energy and more or less of an aid
to the dealer in garden tools, but it
now appears' that the cultivation of
the home plot is to take rank with
other exhibitions of patriotism more
closely related to military preparation
than the wielding of a hoe or rake.
While the citizen may cultivate his
little patch of edibles chiefly for the
here, what do you think should
served.”
"Ice cream cones," came back
prompt reply.
The art of, growing old gracefully
, has little interest for those who have
an object in life and are working dili-
gently .to accomplish it.
the night ’ in the
walking against
“That’s my only hope. If he were
—g
morning had something stronger than
water in his milk.
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Kaiser Had Better Look Out.
Once upon a time* a certain noted
American named Woodrow Wilson, who
is now held ip rather low esteem in
That’s What Makes Her Wild.
Brunswick has a horse with only’ two
legs. At least a note, recorded this
week in the town records* gives one
that impression. The note, which is
for fhe sum of $45, reads in part: “Same
being for one horse, weight about 950,
two' white legs, one forward and one
behind, and known as ‘Wild Hattie.’ ”—
Brunswick (Me.) Record.
Wholesale Coupling.
There is a clergyman in an Ohio city
who is very proud of his record as a
marrying parson.
“Why, sir,” said he to a Cincinnati
man, who was visiting him, “I marry
about fifteen couples a week, right
here in this parsonage!"
"Personage!” returned the Cincinnati
man, “I should call it the Union depot!”
—Exchange. ’
General Murguia has left the “bone.
dry" proposition at the post. He has
decreed the death penalty upon ail who
are caught selling liquors of any kind,
without giving them, trial. Evidently
the general has never taken a corres-
pondence course in personal liberty.
Early Lesson in Ornithology.
Squire (to rural lad)—Now, my boy,
tell me how do you know an old par-
tridge from a young one?
Boy—By teeth, sir.
Squire—Nonsense, boy. You ought to
know better. A partridge hasn’t any
teeth.
Boy—No, sir; but I have.— Exch.
GROWING OLD GRACEFULLY.
El Paso Times. ”
The discussion as to how we shall
accept the treat ourselves when we
have reached a ripe old age, and the
.manner of approaching it, is more or
less a personal opirion and generally
a waste of time. There annot be laid
down any rule which we may all fol-
low, even were we all permitted to sit
in the dapple which is presumed to be
found at the end of a long life journey.
The average existence, according to
the 'actuary’s statistics, is about forty-
five years. • A person cannot be said to
have reached old age at that time of
life. At forty-five, one is just begin-
ning to learn a little something—is
acquiring a clearer view of life’s pur-
poses and making his efforts bring
results. He hasn’t begun to worry
time among the hills, sometimes seat-
ed on the ground brooding. The night
was without breath, without coolness.
Occasionally he climbed a rounded ele-
vation from which the clubhouse was
discernible. No lights twinkled among
the barren tree. AlL in that wilder-
ness seemed asleep save himself. The j
myriad insects that sing through the
spring and summer months had not yet
found their voices; there was no trill
of frogs, not even the hooting of an
owl—no sound but his own breathing.
At break of dawn he crept into the
boathouse like a shadow, barefooted,
bareheaded—the clubhouse was not yet
awake. He looked about the barnlike
room for a hiding place. Walls, floor,
ceilings were bare. Near the door open-
ing on the lake was a rustic bench, im-
possible as a refuge. Only in one cor-
ner, where empty boxes and a disused
skiff formed a barricade, could he hope
for concealment. He glided thither,
and on the floor between the dusty
wall of broad boards and the jumbled
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over what is going to happen at three-
score, and if the call to the After-
whiles comes then, he usually leaves
this vale of tears without having had
the inclination to reflect on how he
. will wear his wrinkles and his silver
locks.
Of course; this applies to. the normal
human being. Old age is not 'always
the result of accumulating years. There
are old people at forty and young ones
'at sixty. It depends on how the youth-
ful years have been spent. If the nat-
ural forces are conserved by right
living during the maturing period, it
is easy to conceive of a well-preserved
and happy old age. The gay and rol-
licking existence which leads the youth
along the primrose path usually takes
its toll and the result is apparent be-
fore it should be, according to the
scheme of nature.
But whether we grow old gracefully
or not, it is certain we ’must move
along—must get out of, the way after
we have had our day. There are others
coming on' behind us and they must
have their chance. We may die before
we reach middle life or we may linger
around until we toddle along in the
shadow of the century mark; but we
finally turn over our duties to Others
and get in the "has been" class. In
God’s providence we are put here 'and •
given our opportunity. We do not
know how long we shall be left among
the, mundane things, and it is our duty
to seek to make good in the living
present rather than consume ur time
in wondering what is going to happen
and how we are going to look in
after years. •
utely examined Brick, riding his fast-
est pony, was on" the way to Kansas
City.
He reached Kansas City without un-
usual incident, where he was accepted
naturally as a product of the west.
Had his appearance been twice as un-
couth, twice as wild, it would have
accorded all the better with western
superstitions’ that prevailed in this
city, fast forgetting that it had been a
western outpost. At the hotel, whose
situation he knew from Lahoma’s let-
ters, he learned that Gledware was
neither there, nor at his home in the
country. The country house was closed'
up and, in fact, there was a rumor that
it was sold, or was about to be sold.
One of the porters happened to'know
that Gledware had gone for a week’s
diversion down in the Ozarks. There
were a lake, a clubhouse, a dancing
hall, as yet unopened. The season was
too early for the usual crowd at Ozark
lodge, but the warm wave that nearly
always came at this time of year had ;
prompted a sudden outing party which
might last no longer than the warm
wave. i
event. It means the forging of an-
other link in the iron ring around the
Teutonic powers. It means a definite
step toward conquest of Mesopotam-
ia, and a further step in process of
squeezing Turkey into submission. The
British advance into Palestine, their
movement up the Tigris, and the dou-
ble thrust by the Russians, through
the Caucasus and through Persia, form
a situation very favorable to the en-
tente. Taken in connection with the
successful revolution in Arabia, it puts
the Turk in the gravest plight he has
been in since Britain stopped the ad-
vance of Russia upon Constantinople
in the seventies of the last century.
If Mexico is persistent in its an-
nounced determination to permit none
but natives to teach in the public
schools, it may be reasonably expected
that there will be a continuation of
the old curriculum • of teaching the
young Mexican idea how to shoot, with
a possible preparation fora continuation
of existing conditions of the Mexican
idea of peace.
Wilson. The American
champion pugilist thus
And sweet it is to feel that nevermore
Shall mortals move like captives to
their doom,
For when he rose he triumphed o’er the
tomb
And cast aside the cerements he wore.
“Passing Buck” ‛s Zim’s Long Suit.
Herr Zimmermann says that if war
comes it will be President Wilson’s
fault. , Blaming the other fellow seems
to be a German habit.—Detroit Free •
Press.
=gea
nle
-ebhse '
per calling for his arrest—an arrest
that would’ mean, at best, years in the
penitentiary—had behind it the whole
•state of Texas.
To Wilfock’s feverish imagination,
the warrant became personified; a mys-
terious force, not to be destroyed by
material means; it was not only pa-
per, but spirit. And it had come be-
tween him and Lahoma, it had shut
him off from the possibility of a peace-
ful old age. The cove was no longer
home, but a hiding place.
He did not question the justice of
this sequel to his earlier life. No
doubt deeds of long ago, never pun-
ished demanded a sacrifice. He hated
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the agents of this justice not so much
because they threatened his liberty,
his life, as because they stepped in be-
tween himself and Lahoma. Always a
man of expedients, he now sought
some way of frustrating justice, and
naturally his plans took the color of
violence. Denied the savage joy of
killing Red Kimball—and he wourd
have killed him with as little compunc-
tion as if he had been a wolf—his
thoughts turned toward Gledware.
Gledware was the only witness of
the deed, for which the warrant de-
very uncomfortable. He twisted about,
first on one foot and then on the other.
At last he asked, .“Do you really, want
it'back so much?"
Well, you should have seen Uncle
Lucky’s face! It smiled all over. It
CHAPTER XIX.
Mine Enemy!
Willock took the first train south
and rode with the car window up—the
outside breath was the breath of balmy
summer though the trees stood bleak
and leafless against the sky. Two days
ago, snow had fallen—but the birds
did not remember it. Seven hours
brought him to a lonely wagon trail
called Ozark lodge, because after wind-
ing among hills several miles it at
last reached the clubhouse of that name
overlooking the lake. He left the train
in the dusk of evening’, and walked
briskly away, the only moving: figure
in the wilderness.
His pace did not slacken till a gleam
as -of fallen sky cupped in night fringe
warned him that the clubhouse must
be near. A turn of a hill brought it
into view, the windows not yet aglow.
Nearer at hand was the boathouse,
seemingly deserted. But as Willock
now grown wary, crept forward among I
the post oaks and blackjacks, well
screened from observation by chinka-
‘pin masses of gray interlocked net-1
work, he discovered two figures near I
the platform edging the lake. Neither
■ must go with him. He has already en-
gaged the boatman. He’ll be here at 7
waiting for me. So you see”—,e
“Annabel, I shall be here at 7 also!”
he exclaimed impetuously. J
. “But why? I must go with him, Ed-
gerton. You see that.”
“Then I shall row alone.” •
‘Why would you add to my unhappi-
ness?” she pleaded.
"I shall be here at 7,” he returned
grimly. “While you and he take your
morning boat ride I shall row alone.”
She turned from him with a sigh,
and he followed her dejectedly up the
path toward the clubhouse.
She had lost some of the fresh beauty
which she had brought to the cove, and
her step was no longer elastic; but this
Willock did not notice. He gave little
heed to their tones, their gestures, their
looks in which love sought a thin dis-
guise wherein it might show itself un-
named. He had seized on the vital fact
that in the morning Annabel and Gled-
ware would push off from the boat-
house steps, presumably alone, and it
would be early morning. Perhaps Gled- I
ware would come first to the boat- |
house, there to wait for Annabel. In
that case he would not ride with An- l
nabel. The lake was deep—deep as
Willock’s hte. I
THEY OVERWORKED MAN.
Beaumont Enterprise:
Have you ever met the fellow who
is doing three or four times as much
work as he should have to do? We
mean the fellow who will spend sixty
minutes of his precious time explain-
ing to you that he can not afford to
waste a second, so much is required of
him?' Certainly you’ve met him. All
of us know, him. He can be found in
any line of endeavor. The next time
you run1 across one of these over-
worked men, investigate a bit. -You’ll
find he does about half as much as
he says he does and that it takes about
two men patching and repairing what
he has done. The real overworked
man is so busy that he doesn’t have
time to tell you about it. He doesn’t
need to tell you, anyway, for his work
speaks for itself.
Compton and Annabel—he knew Gled-
ware could not be far away.
"No,” Annabel was saying decisively,
and yet with an accent of regret. "No,
Edgerton, I can’t."
“But our last boat ride," he urged.
“Don’t refuse me the last ride—a ride
to think about all my life. I’m going
away tomorrow at noon, as I promised.
But early in the morning”—- i
“I have promised him,” she said with
lingering sadness in her voice.' “So I
When the four friends—for Mizzoo
joined them—drove up to the church
door in the only carriage available,
Bill descended stiffly, his eyes gleam-
ing fiercely from under snowy locks,
as if daring any one to ask him a ques-
tion about Brick.. But nobody did.
The general suspicion that Bill At-
kins knew more about'Brick Willock
than he had revealed, was not without
foundation; though the extent of his
knowledge was more limited than the
town supposed. Bill had carried to his
friend—hidden in the crevice in the
mountain top—the news of Red Kim-
ball’s death; since then, they had not
see each other. ‘
Skulking along wooded' gullies by
day, creeping down into the cove at
night, Willock had unconsciously re-
verted to the habits of thought and ac-
tion belonging to the time of his out-
lawry. He was again in spirit, a high-
wayman, though his hostility was
directed only against those seeking to
bring him to justice. The softening
it in for a Mexican
unlamented memory,
Does Wilhelm Hohen-
It’s a pretty safe bet the Dallas milk-
man who sighted a Zeppelin the other
siderable number of the. stalwart
young men is bund to show in the de-
creased yield of the farms; this must
be offset by the enlistment of others
in the production of foodstuffs who
cannot bear arms and the aim should
be to show these people that the pro-
duction of food for the army is just
as much a patriotic duty as the shoot-
ing of an enemy or the manning of
some great gun.
While the conservation of foodstuffs
may be first 'a military measure, just
at this time, it is all that and some-
thing more. The noncombatants must
be provided for, there must be no such
deprivation{permitted the women and
children of the United , States as has
been recorded among the warring na-
tions of Europe. The American soldier
will fight with more -heart .if he is
satisfied that the loved ones at home
fere being properly taken care of. The
ability of the country to feed its own
people and then have some to spare
may now be approaching the testing-
point and there must be no failure
either in the supply of men who may
be needed for the defense of the nation
or in the food necessary to keep them
and the home people in proper condi-
tion. The movement for the conver-
sion of foodstuffs is purely a patri-
otic move, and this fact should prove
to be the greatest influence in any
propaganda undertaken for the end
outlined.
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influence of the years spent with LA-
thoma was no longer apparent in his
shifting bloodshot eyes, his ' crouching
shoulders, his furtive hand ever ready
to snatch the weapon from conceal-
ment. This sinster aspect of wildness,
intensified by straggling whiskers and
uncombed locks, gave to his giant form
a kinship to the huge grotesquely shap-
ed rocks among which he had made
his den.
He heard of Red Kimball's death
with bitter disappointment. . He had
hoped to' encounter his former chief,
to grapple- with him, to hurl him, per-
haps, from the precipice overlooking
Bill’s former home. If in his fall,
Kimball with arms wound around- his
waist, hid dragged him down to* the
same death, what matter? Though his
enemy was now no more, the sheriff
held a warrant for his arrest—as if
the*dead man could still strike a mortal
blow. The sheriff might be overcome
—he was a man. That' piece of pa-
Profiting by what has been revealed
to us by the gigantic struggle in Eu-
rope land into which we are about to
‘ enter, a number of commercial, indus-
trial and agricultural organizations
have begun a campaign, the end in
view being the increased production of
foodstuffs through the encouraging of
the farmers of the nation to enlarge
■ their acreage of those articles of which
the people will stand greatly in need
• should the war continue for a year or
more. Those backing the movement
point out that not only will this coun-
■ try be called upon *o supply a vastly
increased number of consumers, our
own fighting forces, but will be ex-
his face Willock, careful not to show
himself, stared at the skiff as it shot
out from the landing, , his brow
wrinkled in anxious thought. He felt
strange and dizzy, and at first fancied,
it was because of the resolution that
had taken possession of him—the reso-
lution to return to Greer county/ and
give himself up. This purpose, as un-
reasoning as his plan to kill Gledware,
grew as fixed in his mind as half an
hour before his other plan had been.
To go voluntarily to the sheriff, un-
resistingly to hold out his wrists for
the handcuffs—that would irdeed mark
a new era in his life. “A wild Indian
wouldn’t do that,” he mused, "nor a.
wild beast. I guess I understand, after
all. And if that’s the way to make
Lahoma happy”—
No wonder he felt queer. But his
light headedness did not rise, as a
matter of fact, entirely from subjec-
| free to visit her at odd moments. It’s
her idea of fidelity, and it’s true that
he did take her in when she needed
I somebody. There’s a move on foot
now to arrest him for an old crime—a
murder. I witnessed the deed. I’ll
testify if called on. Lahoma will hate
I me for that, but it’ll be the greatest
favor I could possibly do her. She
knows I mean to appear against him,
I and she thinks me a brute. But if I
I can convict Willock it’ll place Lahoma
in a family of wealth and refinement.”
He broke off with, “Wonder why
that old deaf boatman doesn’t come?”
He walked impatiently to the head of
the steps and stared out over the lake.
“Somebody out there now,” he ex-
Mot Stuff.
He had recently been transferred
from one of the city schools where a
noonday lunch was served daily, to
another at which the lunch idea had
not yet been given attention.
"I like this school," said the third
grader, confidently to his new teacher,
“All but one tiling."
“What is that?” asked the teacher.
"You haven’t any hot lunch here.”
"That’s a fact," replied the teacher.
“Now, if we should have a hot lunch
manded his arrest. Willock . wished
many of his other deeds 'had been
prompted by impulses as generous as
those which had led to Kansas Kim-
ball’s death. . Perhaps it was irony
of justice that he should be threatened
by the one act of bloodshed which had
saved Lahoma’s life. If he must be
hanged or imprisoned (because he had
not, like tfe rest of the band, given
himself.up for official pardon it was as
well to suffer from one deed as from
another. But it would be better still,
as in the past, to escape all conse-
quences. Without Gledware they could
prove nothing.
Would Gledware testify' now that.
Red Kimball, who had bought his tes-
timony with the death- of the Indian,
no longer lived to exact payment?
Willock felt sure he would. In the
first place, Gledware had placed him-
self on record as a witness, hence,
could hardly retreat; in the second
place, he would doubtless be anxious
to rid himself of the danger of ever
meeting Willock, whom his conscience
must have caused him to hate with the
hatred of the man who wrongs his
benefactor.
Willock, transferred all his rage
against the dead enemy to the living.
He reminded himself of Red Feather,
not in the heat of fury or in blind ter-
ror, but in cold blooded bargaining.
He mediated on Gledware’s attitude
toward Lahoma. He thought nothing
good of him, he magnified the evil.
That scene at the grave of his wife
and Red Feather’s account of how he
had dug up the body of a mere pin of
pearl and onyx—-ought such a creature
to live to condemn him, to .bring sor-
row on the stepdaughter he had basely
refused to acknowledge?
To wait'for the coming of the wit-
ness would be to lose an opportunity
that might never recur. Willock would
go to him. In doing so, he would not
only take Gledware by surprise, but
would leave the only neighborhood in
which search would be made for him-
sel$ Thus it came about that while the
environs of the cove were.beins min-
saving it brings in household ex-
, penses, it will add power to his arm
and zest to his appetite to know that
in refraining from drawing from the
common supply of foods, he is increas-
ing just that much the ability of the
.nation to properly feed those whose
service requires them to be dependent
upon others, who, denied the privilege
of fighting for. their nation, because of
age or physical disabilities, can mani-
fest- their patriotism by seeing that
those at the front are provided with
all things necessary for their suste-
nance and comfort-.
Then, too, the call to arms must in-
evitably draw from the farms of the
country a large number of young men;
it has always been so and there will
be no exception to the rule in this in-
, stance;- the country has always been
looked upon* as a splendid recruiting'
territory fr the rmy and navy and
the drawing from the soil of any con-
BY .
partition, he found a man stretched on •
his back.
At first he thought he had surprised
a sleeper, but as the figure did not
move he decided it must be a 'corpse.
He would have fled but for his need
of this corner. He bent down. The
man was bound hand and foot. In
the mouth a gag was fastened. Neck
and ankles were tied to spikes in the
wall. •
Willock swiftly surveyed the lake
and tne’sloping hill leading down from
the clubhouse. Nobody was near. As
he stared at the landscape the front
door of the clubhouse opened. He
darted back to the corner. “Pardner,”
lie said, “I got to ask your hospitality
for a spell, and if you move so‘as to
attract attention, I got to fix you bet-,
ter. I didn’t do this here, pardner,
but you shore look like some of .my
handiwork in the days past and gone.
I’ll share this corner with you, for
awhile, and if you don’t give me away
to them that’s coming, I promise to set
you free. That’s fair, I guess. ‘A man
ain’t all bad,’ says Brick, ‘as unties the
knots that other men has tied,’ says
he. Just lay still and comfortable, and
we’ll see what’s coming.”
Presently there were footsteps in the
path, and to Willock’s intense disap-
pointment* Gledware and Annabel
came in together. They were in the
midst of a conversation, and at the
first few words he found it related to
Lahoma. The boatman who had promis-
ed to bring the skiff for them at 7—it
developed that Gledware had no inten-
5 tion of doing the rowing—had not yet
I come. They sat down on the rustic
] bench, their voices distinctly audible
I in all parts of the small building.
"Her closest living relative," Gled-
I ware said, “is a great-aunt living in
I Boston. As soon as I found out who
she was—I’d always supposed her liv-
I ing among Indians and that it would
I be impossible to find her—but as soon
as I learned the .truth, without saying
I anything to her, I wrote to her great-
I aunt. I’ve never been in a position
I to take care of Lahoma—I felt that I
I ought to place her with her own fam-
I ily. I got an answer—about what you
would expect. They’d give her a home
—I told them what a respectable girl
she is—fairly credible appearance—
intelligent enough. But they couldn’t
stand those people she lives with—
criminals, you know, Annabel, high-
waymen, murderers! Imagine Brick
Willock in a Boston drawing room.
But you couldn’t.”
“No,” Annabel agreed. "Poor La-
homa! And I know she’s never give
him up.”
“That’s it. She’s immovable. She’d
insist on taking him along. But he be-
longs to another age—a different coun-
try. He couldn’t understand. He
thinks when you’ve anything against
a man the proper move is- to kill ’im.
He’sejust like an Indian—a wild beast.
Wouldn’t know what we meant if- we
talked about civilization. His religion
is the knife. Well, you see, if he were
out of the way, Lahoma would have
her chance.”
Till all about the sepulcher became
A garden where celestial flowers grew,
Sweeter than all the buds that Eden
knew.
lifts himself very considerably in the
esteem of the American people. Georges
Carpentier, the French heavyweight-
champion of Europe, set a precedent,
in patriotism that it would be well
for all American professional athletes
to follow. The United States has an'
enormous number of professional ath-
letes in the realms of pugilism and
in baseball. Physically they are far
superior than the average citizen. They
are engaged in no productive industry,
and no class of the population could
be more easily spared. It is to be
hoped that now since war is a cer-
tainty more American athletes will
follow the lead set ’by Jess Willard.
Tp"a
tive storm threatenings. There was
something about that boatman—now
when he tilted up his head slightly and
the hat failed to, conceal. Was it pos-
"My God," whispered Willock, "it's
Red Feather!”
And Gledware, with eyes only for
Annabel, finding nothing beyond her
but a long gray coat, a big straw hat
and two rowing arms, did not suspect
the truth.
In a flash Willock comprehended all.
The Indian had dropped the pin in
Kimballs path, arid Kimball, finding
it, carried it to Gledware as T Red
Feather were dead. The Indian haq
led his braves against the stagecoach.
Kimball had fallen under his’ knife. ■
I onder man in the corner; bound and
gagged, was doubtless the old deaf
boatman engaged by Gledware. Red
Feather had taken his place that he
might row Gledware far out' on the
lake—-
And Annabel was in the boat!
(To Be Continued.)
I remember I promised to tell you
in the last story how the band played
on Uncle Lucky’s old silk hat. But
I’m sorry to say I made a dreadful
mistake. What I meant to say was
that I’d tell you how the band frayed
on Uncle Lucky’s stovepipe hat; but
now that I’ve made such a botch out
of it, I’ll tell you something else in-
stead.
Well, we left Billy Bunny and Uncle
Lucky in front of the bear's cave and
the cross old bear right in front of
I them with Uncle Lucky’s stovepipe hat
on his grizzly head.
At last Uncle Lucky plucked up cour-
age and said, “Give me back my hat."
"I won’t,” said the cross old bear.
"Well, what are you going to do
with it, then?” asked Uncle Lucky
anxiously. “Wear it?"
"No, I’m not," said the bear. "I'm
going to keep seashells in it.”
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!’ cried Uncle
Lucky, and. the tears started to his
think I heard the boat scraping out-
side."
“Yes, he’s there. Come, dear, and
before the ride is ended you must nar
I the day”-—
"Don’t!" she exclaimed 'sharply.
“He”—
“He’s as deaf as a post, my dear,"
Gledware murmured gently. “That’s
why I selected him. I knew we d want
to talk—I knew you’d name the day.”
He helped her down the rattling
boards.
Brick Willock rose softly and stole
toward the opening, his eyes filled with
a strange light. They no longer glared
.with the blood lust of a wild beast, but
showed gloomy and perplexed; the
words spoken concerning himself had
sunk deep.
The boatman sat with his back to
Gledware and Annabel. He wore a
long dingy coat of light gray and a
huge battered straw hat, whose wide
brim hid his hair and almost eclipsed
looked to him as if the bear was going
to give him back his hat, you see.
“I want it so much,” said Un&le
Lucky, and he began to cry again. “I
want it so much that I somehow just'
can t tell you how much I do want it.”
Then the cross old bear suddenly
changed into a nice old bear and came'
over and put the hat on Uncle Lucky’s •.
head, which made the old gentleman
rabbit laugh, for he didn’t want the
seashells put in it,- you know.
W ell, after that they all got very
friendly, and the cross old bear told a
funny story about, a Welsh Rabbit who
always had bad dreams when he ate
lobster salad. And then the rabbits .
and flew off toward the old Brier
said good-by and got into their airship
Patch.
And y ou can just bet Uncle Lucky
didn’t lose his hat again. He tied - his
red silk handkerchief over it and un-
der his chin, that’s what he did. '
(Now it would be nice if I could
. get them back without anything hap-
pening, but I just can’t. I must tell
you exactly what took place or you
wouldn t like the stories nearly as
well. I won’t tell it now; but in the
next story, if the little peanut,shells
the peas in time for dinner, so I -won't
have to string beans for supper I’ll
tell you how Bill’y Bunny and Uncle
Lucky fell into the haymow.)
The world’s food’supply is in a pre-
carious condition. The fact is empha-
sized ; by the announcement of David
Lubin, American member of the inter-
national institute of agriculture, of a
deficitof 130,000,000 bushels in the
\ grain stocks of the countries open to
trade. Last October there was in in-
dicated surplus of the amount of grain
required to carry the human race un-
til the new crops began to materialize
in August of this year. Today there
is a shortage of as above shown. Two-
dollar wheat is merely a reflection of
this situation. Should there occur a
shortage in American grain crops this
season,, instead of the abundant yield
which everyone is hoping for1,, this
country would be menaced with a
famine. Even with bountiful crops,
predictions are freely made of wheat
reaching three or even four dollars
per bushel.
—2__
The icontact of British and Russian
patrols in Mesoptamia is an historic
Harduppe: “What is your opinion
of Flubdub’s honesty?" Borrower!:
“Mighty poor. He actually came
around to my house and stole an um-
brella I had borrowed from him.”—-
Life.
claimed. “Oh, it’s Edgerton rowing
about.”
He returned to the bench, but did not
sit down. “Annabel,” he said abruptly,
“you promised me to name the day this
I morning."
“Yes," she responded very faintly.
“And I am sure, dear,” he added in a
deep resonant voice, "that in time you
will come to care for me as I care for
| you now—you, the only woman I have
I ever loved. I understand about Edger-
I ton, but you see, you couldn’t marry
I him—in fact, he couldn’t marry any-
I body for years; he Gias nothing. And
these earlier attachments that we
think the biggest things in our lives—•
I well, they just dwindle, Annabel, they
I dwindle as We get the true perspective.
I I know your happiness depends upon
me, and it rejoices me to know it. I
can give you all you want—all you can
dream of—and I’m man of the world
enough to understand that happiness
depends just on that—getting what you
want.”
Annabel started up abruptly. “I
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