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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1917.
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GALVESTON TRIBUNE,
GALVESTON TRIBUNE
Poetry and Persiflage
TFT 17 PHANRG Business Office and Adv. Dept. 83, Circulation Dept. 1398,
--•-8—3. Editorial Rooms' 49 and 1395, Society Editor 2524.
By Hugh S. Fullerton
Ass’n, and Audit Bureau of Circulations.
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BASEBALL WRITER OF THEM ALL
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He laughed regretfully.
better stand pat and join the big ma-
jority of those who have been called
and are responding to the appeal of the
nation for men.
A New York pastor has discovered
that all men in uniform look alike to
a girl.—Rochester Herald.
Uncle Si says the trouble between
Kerensky and Korniloff seems to be
a question of kill-’em-off.
Germany is possibly beginning to
suspect that she has no monopoly of
the justly famous “will to win.”—Chi-
cago Herald.
Oh, I’m a rollicking Jack in the Box,
And I’m not afraid of a bear or a fox,
For every one’s sacred when up I pop,
And the little girl cries, “Oh, stop! Oh,
stop!”
I’m the bravest thing you ever saw,
I’m not afraid of my Mother-in-Law!
— —ESTABLISHED 1880 =====
Published Evenings Except Sunday at the Tribune Building.
Entered at the Postoffice in Galveston as Second-Class Mail Matter.
Might as Well.
Newlywed—Why don’t you marry, old
top? You’re broke all the time, any-
way!—Life.
First of the Season.
Skinny Bather (on vacation)—Do you
have many wrecks here?
Old Fisherman—You’re the first I’ve
seen this season.—Washington Post.
“By George,” he said to himself, star-
ing after the rapidly retreating figure,
“that looks like Metzler. If I hadn’t
left-----”
BillyBunnyandHfisfriends;
EE-/ Dav Con/’.
Long May They Wave!
The prices change all over town,
But peanuts still remain five cents.
Potatoes rise and Fords come down,
But peanuts still remain five cents.
The bag may shrink or it may grow.
But still wherever we may go
The pleasant fact we always know
That peanuts still remain five cents.
—New York Times.
the American
He almost was
a man walking
want over there is mor to cook.__
Kansas City Journal.
army and the
One man in this country will pay
a war tax of thirty million dollars; his
income is fifty million dollars a year.
Most of us would willingly hand over
to the government an income tax of
thirty million dollars if we could con-
nect up with a clear twenty million.
trained, but
Naught sees the eagle from the blue
But some old angler loitering
Where once Han Wuti’s banners flew
Over the Lake of Kouen Ming.
—By Tu Fu.
Not Good for That.
Miss Simpson—I want one of your
mouse traps, and hurry up; I want to
catch a train.
Shopman—I am sorry ma’am, but my
mouse traps are not guaranteed to
catch trains.—Exchange.
materially from that in which
Eastern Offices. ’
New York Office, 341 Fifth Ave. !
D. J. Randall.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
German citizen is
dare say that our
in those essentials
Not an Expert.
Teacher—Tommy, next time you are
late bring an excuse from your father.
Tommy—Who? Pa? Why, he ain’t
any good at excuses; ma finds him out
every time.—Selected.
The Whispering Ball
No poet has ever sung the virtues of
the sweet potato, doubtless for the rea-
son that the task is one of the impossi-
bilities, but present indications point to
a large crop, and if it were possible to
send an army of “black mammy” cooks
throughout the North, East and West
to demonstate the varied uses to which
the tuber may be put, there is no doubt
that the sweet potato would divide time
and favor with the better known
variety bearing the Hibernian title.
Matters in Germany have reached
that stage where the manufacture of
iron crosses must be halted in order
to have sufficient metaL for the manu-
facture of ammunition.
For the title of champion bonehead
of the European war, we suggest M.
Lvoff of the Russian duma, the gentle-
man who, singlehanded, conveyed Kor-
niloff’s demands to Kerensky. Talking
about the guy who stuck his head in
the lion’s mouth!
Well, sir, I suppose you’ll think Billy
Bunny was frightened and that Uncle
Lucky lost his breath and the auto-
mobile a tire. But nothing of the
sort happened. Instead, the old gentle-
man rabbit laughed so hard that his
collar button fell out and it took him
fifteen minutes and half an hour to
find it. “And then he never would have
if the Jack in the Box hadn’t seen it
first. And where do you suppose that
ex-as-per-a-ting, which meant teas-
ing, button was? You’d never guess, so
I’ll have to tell you without asking
you again. It was in the old gentle-
man rabbit’s waistcoat pocket where he
kept his gold watch and chain and
pocket knife and pencil with a rubber
on the end and a toothpick.
। “How did you see it pop into my
pocket?” he asked the Jack in the Box.
“I’ll never tell ‘you," said the Jack in
the Box, “but what does that matter?
You’ve found your collar button, and
that’s enough.”
“If I come across your cousin Jack in
the Pulpit,” said Uncle Lucky, after he
had buttoned up his collar and wound
his watch, “I’ll tell him how kind you
Member of the Associated Press.
The Associated Press is exclusively
entitled to the use for republication of
all news credited to it or not otherwise
credited in this paper, and also the local
news published herein.
It would appear that while all the
world loves a lover, nobody has any
regard for the slacker, for we are in-
formed that the authorities on the
Mexican .side of the Rio Grande are
volunteering to co-operate with the
United States officials in rounding up
the men who have crossed to the south
side of the river in an effort to escape
the selective draft. If Mexico thus in-
dicates her abhorrence of the- man who
runs away from his plain duty as a
citizen, and Canada refuses to harbor
this class of refugees, the slacker had
More cooks are wanted for the
army, which shows the difference be-
The Forceful Egotist.
“There is nobody the world can not
go on very comfortably without.”
“Yes,” replied Miss Cayenne; “but there
are men of such aggressive egotism
that they won’t permit the world to do
so.”—Washington Star.
could introduce him at the gambling
place. An hour later, failing to find
anyone, he determined upon action, and
walking boldly up the steps he rang the
bell and was admitted by the Japanese
servant who, after a careful scrutiny,
bowed low and permitted him to pass
inside.
At the same moment Gordon, walk-
Worth Going to See.'
A well known actor-manager tells
a story of a thrilling melodrama, in
one scene of which a husband enters
one door an instant after an admirer
of his wife has made his exit from
another. During a run of a week in
one town the manager noticed that
one man, obviously from the country,
went in every night. Finally he re-
marked to the man that he must en-
joy the performance.
“Tolerably so,” replied the playgo-
er; “but some night that husband is
going to catch that other fellow and
I want to be on hand to see what hap-
pens.”—Tit-Bits.
Every day records some new and
novel expedient brought into use by
the German government in its desperate
fight to preserve itself with .its own
people. In order to popularize the
U-boat warfare, which, it-appears, has
not been meeting with general ap-
proval, the film has been enlisted to
furnish movie theater patrons a vivid
portrayal of how this branch of war-
fare is conducted. Presumably the
thrills are numerous and brought in at
the psychological moment to arouse en-
thusiasm. But the belief is ventured
that no pictures were taken of the men
standing on the deck of the submarine,
robbed of their life belts, and the ves-
sel slowly sinking beneath their feet,
leaving them to struggle for life with
the waves of a pitiless sea.
■opean army. What they
I think you fellows will go
yet, but they’ve got me
Not Her Fault.
“What do you mean by keeping me
standing on the corner like an idiot?”
demanded an angry husband whose
wife had kept him waiting to go Christ-
mas shopping with her.
“Now, really, dear,” ' she replied
sweetly, “I can’t help the way you
stand.”—Exchange.
and, lifting his eyes, -he
The door opened. In the entrance
stood Mr. Holiday, owner of the Greens,
and behind him was the grinning face
of Shan Paulin, the little Boston re-
porter who had traveled with the team
for many years.
“Fellows,” said Mr. Holiday in a
Had to Hurry.
He—Darling, I love you.
She—-Good gracious! Why, we’ve only
just become acquainted.
He—Yes, I know; but I’m only down
here for the week-end.—Boston Trans-
the “House of Immunes,” Kendall’s
famous gambling palace. He never had
been in the place, but knew from read-
ing description, of the lavish richness
of the furnishings, and that it was the
playground of millionaires seeking ex-
citement and the source of Kendall’s
wealth and power in New York.
Kendall ascended the stairs slowly.
A Japanese boy opened the door and
as the gambler passed into the house
Paulin had a glimpse of a richly deco-
rated hallway.
Paulin, determined to secure en-
trance to the “House of the Immunes,”
turned and slowly retraced his way to
Broadway, striving to figure out some
method by which he could gain admis-
sion without arousing suspicion. He
was approaching the corner when he
saw* two men standing close against a
building, partly in the shadow, talking
earnestly. In an instant he had stepped
into a convenient doorway and, screen-
ing himself behind a sign outside the
entrance, he watched the pair.
“Wheu!” he said to himself. “There’s
Metzler talking to Lester. I suppose
Gordon is watching from the other
side.”
The apepal printed in German and
left by the Russian army on the dead
walls of Riga, wherein the Germans are
told they are fighting the battle or
autocracy, may sound very plaintive,
but that is not the sort of argument
that tells in war. Had the Russian
troops advanced instead of retreated,
and had they sent their appeal in the
shape of bullets instead of printed
words, it would have been much more
convincing. The order to advance ap-
pears to have been expurgated from
the Russian code of military ethics.
--•--------
Infantile paralysis has again made its
appearance and the malady has made
such headway in the city of Chicago as
to cause consternation among the
health authorities. Last year the scien-
tific branch of the medical profession
devoted much time and labor to seek-
ing a preventive or a cure for this dis-
ease, and quite recently it was an-
nounced that the germ had been classi-
fied. There should be no cessation of
effort, nor should the expenditure of
money be limited until a cure for this
terrible malady shall have been found,
and the medical scientists will do well
to lay aside some less important work
until this disease has been conquered.
“Disloyalty is more deadly than
Boches,” says Representative Julius
Kahn of California, an American Jew
and statesman who has stood stanch
and true for all things American when
natives have been uttering treason.
And, mind you, Julius Kahn was born
in Prussia.—Houston Post.
“It sounds crazy,” said Gordon at
last. “I can’t figure it out. You hear
me say something when I don’t open
my mouth. I hear you say something
and you haven’t said a word. Then I
hear the -ball talking.”
“We’d better go to a nerve special-
ist,” said Haley, uneasily.
“I did hear that ball,” said Gordon,
earnestly. “I saw’it coming a foot over
my head. I had judged perfectly and
had no idea of swinging at it. Then I
heard it say, ‘Hit,’ and I was so startled
I swung at it. If I tell that to anybody
they’ll think I’m bugs. I know a ball
can’t talk, but I was watching it and it
said ‘Hit’—at least the word came from
the ball.” {
“Maybe it was one of those ventrilo-
quists, throwing his voice,” said Haley.
“Some of them on the stage can make
their voices come from somewhere
else.”
“Stage ventriloquist?” Gordon deaped
to his feet. “By George, maybe you’ve
hit it. Has that fellow Metzler, Les-
ter’s friend, been around?”
“Metzler, the vaudeville'actor?” asked
Haley. “Yes. I saw him around with
Lester last night.”
“We he in Cleveland when we played
there?”
“Yes. Les offered me tickets to see
him one night—but I didn’t go.”
“We’ll go tonight,” said Gordon
quickly. “That fellow used to be one
of the best ventriloquists on the stage.
He changed his act five or six years
ago, but he hasn’t forgotten how to
do it.”
“If he is pulling that sort of stuff
and making us lose games, I speak for
first crack at him," said Haley savage-
ly. “I never did like him—and between
us, I don’t like Lester much better.”
“Look in the paper and see where he
is playing,” suggested Gordon.
“He’s at a house on Fourteenth
street,” said Haley, glancing through
the paper. “We’d better start early.”
A rap on the door interrupted them.
• “Come in,” called Gordon.
He laughed to himself at the sudden
turn of the trail, and while, he stood
concealed the men separated. Lester
passed him, walking hastily, while the
other man walked rapidly into Broad-
way and disappeared into the crowd.
Paulin waited an instant to see
whether or not Gordon had taken up
the trail of the other man and then
stepped out from his hiding place and
followed Lester.
He was but a hundred feet behind
the young pitcher when he saw him
turn quickly, glance up and down the
street and ascend the steps leading to
Bart Kendall’s gambling house.
He saw Lester ring the bell and en-
ter the house, and as the door closed
the reporter stood staring toward the
house, wondering what fresh develop-
ment to expect.
His determination to secure entrance
to the house of mystery was strength-
ened. He hastened back to Broadway
and decided to call one of his news-
paper friends and ask advice. It was
early, scarcely 9 o’clock, and he
stopped at various places on the chance
of meeting some acquaintance who
Those who condemn fashion will de-
sist for a while now that half-hose for
women have been urged as a war
economy measure.—Washington Her-
ald.
to go • on this afternoon),” said
actor. “I always miss the best
worst of everything. I thought
money was safe when I left and
feeling fine until I came off
heard the final score.”
President Wilson has placed an em-
bargo on the exportation of gold from cript.
Now there is no one to behold
Where the lone wave runs rippling
through,
And wakes the stone s sea-monsters
cold
To tremble in the moon-gemmed
dew;
None to behold, and none to rue
The desolation; none to sing
How once Han Wuti’s banners flew
Over the Lake of Kouen Ming.
The Spinning Maiden, as of old,
Dreameth in stone; the waters blue
Lap at her feet; her beauty cold
The moaning winds of autumn woo.
Drifts the light wumi seed; the dew
Gleams on the lotus withering
Where once Han Wuti’s banners
flew.
They trailed the actor down Broad-
way, keeping him in sight in spite of
the shifting crowds, and at times were
close enough to touch him.
Evidently he did not suspect that he
was being followed, but hurried into a
hotel bar at Thirty-fourth street,
glanced at his watch and, evidently
satisfied that he was on time for his
engagement, ordered a drink and stood
around at the bar, watching the en-
trances as if expecting some one to
arrive.
Paulin and Gordon established them-
selves at a table commanding a view
of the bar and ordered a drink, secure
in the "belief that even if Metzler saw
them he would not regard their pres-
ence as suspicios.
They conversed in low tones for five
minutes. Suddenly Paulin grasped
Gordon’s arm.
“It’s getting thick,” he remarked in
a low tone. “Look.”
Gordon looked. Bart Kendall, the
gambler, immaculately clothed in
evening garb, sauntered into the bar-
room, smiled and bowed to several
acquaintances and advanced to where
Metzler was waiting. The two men
stood at the bar for ten minutes, talk-
ing earnestly as they sipped their
drinks, then, with a cold nod, Kendall
AND VANDERLIP KNOWS.
Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
Here is a bit of counsel from Frank
A. Vanderlip. Read it. Think it over.
“With farmers crying for labor, the
great industries clamoring for help, and
the whole world demanding food, it is
the height of absurdity to indulge in
panicky fears. We can not do ‘business
as Usual,’ but we shall do a greater
volume of business than ever before.
We shall not have poverty. We shall
not have unemployment. But we shall
have changed conditions which we
must meet with courage and unselfish-
ness.” Men who do things, men like
Frank A. Vanderlip, are taking over
new burdens every day—a fine exam-
ple of what every man, no matter how
humble his position, should do for the
safety of the nation in this hour of
war.
men to form the foundation of 'the
best government? So fully imbued
with these beliefs have we become
that we are willing to lay down our
lives that they may be perpetuated.
This is the meaning of these numer-
ous gatherings into camps through-
out the nation.
By word of mouth we have in the
past asserted our earnestness. Today
we have substituted actions for words.
Tomorrows a mighty host of young
Americans} who feel the weight of a
great duty, will march forth to yet fur-
ther and more positively indicate that
for which America stands. And
whatever the future may have of ex-
periences trying and ordeals nerve-
testing, it will be found that the life
we have lived, the liberties we have
enjoyed, the privileges that have been
ours have united in creating a wider
appreciation of life, a clearer under-
standing of the divine plan and to its
consummation we have dedicated our
all.
The Trouble.
“Eggs are high.”
“You don’t have to buy eggs all the
time. There are nourshing cereals,
oatmeals and such.”
"I do have to buy eggs. Trouble
is my wife doesn’t know how to cook
anything else.”—Exchange.
INCIDENTS OF A PARADE.
San Antonio Express.
Some touching incidents of the great
parade down Fifth avenue ip New York
city of the national guard just before
leaving for the training camps:
From the starting to the ending point
the street was lined with applauding
men, women and children, and as the
procession passed along the marchers
were bombarded from the' crowds of
onlookers with cigars, cigarettes and
bonbons, and with silver and currency
for the ambulances.
A young sergeant of the line, telling
of the impression made upon him by
the patriotic demonstration, told of the
appreciation of himself and comrades
of the kindness and generosity of the
poor people in a district off the avenue
who brought out their kitchen chairs
and their parlor chairs for the tired
men to sit in during the long wait be-
fore the parade started, and kept
bringing buckets of ice water and smil-
ingly distributing it among the sol-
diers. A local chronicle says:
“Pushcart peddlers—graybeards who
had come out in the morning with full
stocks prepared for a busy day—gave
away their fruit. In fact, one of them
was seen going among the soldiers
with a tray. First he distributed all
his peaches, then all his apples. At the
end he had nothing on his cart, but he
had a right hearty cheer from the
troopers ringing in his ears, and per-
haps in his heart.”
An incident mentioned in one of the
reports has a human touch that noth-
ing could, excel:
“A white-faced woman stood long at
Washington Mews and Fifth avenue,
anxiously searching the ranks. Late-in
the afternoon, as the First cavalry
clattered by, she straightened and
called “Joe!” Above the clatter of
hoofs and the cheering the thin voice
carried. A trooper turned in his sad-
dle, caught sight of her, and sunshine
lighted his face as he smiled and
waved his hand. She just stood arid
smiled—until he was gone. Then, sob-
bing, she made her way back through
the crowd. She had waited five hours
just for that.
departed. After finishing his drink
I Metzler, with a worried look on his
j handsome face, hastened out.
! “Here’s where we separate,” said
1 Paulin. “You follow Metzler and I’ll
trail Kendall. There’s something going
on.”
They rose hastily, Gordon delaying
to settle the check, and were immedi-
ately on the trail. Metzler, walking
more leisurely when he joined the
throng in Broadway, proceeded down
as far as Herald Square on foot; then
crossing the street he boarded a sur-
face car. Gordon, surmising he was
going to the theater, signaled a taxi-
cab and ordered the driver to trail
the car downtown as far as Sixteenth
street, then to swing around the
square and beat the car to the Four-
teenth street curve.
Gordon was standing by the en-
trance to the theater when he saw
Metzler descend from the car and walk
rapidly toward the theater.
Striving to keep the actor in plain
view at all times, Gordon found him-
self bumped by a pedestrian and for
an instant lost sight of his quarry. He
was gazing around through the passing
throng to locate the hat which was the
distinguishing mark by which he had
trailed Metzler, when he almost bumped
against him.
“Why, hello Gordon,” said the actor
heartily. “Coming down to see my
act? Come on back with me. I want
to find out all about that blowup this
afternoon.”
“I was keeping away from the
fans,” said Gordon, lamely. “Thought
I’d drop in and see your act.”
“Glad you came,” said the actor.
“I was up talking to Les. But he
has the blues and didn’t want to talk
baseball. Things breaking rotten for
you, aren’t they?”
“I should say they are,” assented
Gordon. “I pulled two bones and
tossed off the game.”
They proceeded through the narrow
alleyway to the stage entrance and to
Metzler’s dressing-room, the actor talk-
ing spiritedly about the game, asking
questions and keeping up a constant
stream of talk.
“Didn’t you see the game?” asked
Gordon. “I thqught I saw you in a
box.”
“I had to make a getaway in the
fifth inning so as to get here in' time
Reports from those sections of the
nation wherein are located the federal
training camps confirm the statement
often made during the past few months
that this country is very much in ear-
nest in its purpose to make the world
safe for democracy. Hundreds of thou-
sands of the very flower of American
young manhood have gathered at these
rendezvous and have wasted no time
in getting into harness. There have
been no defalcations, as far as has been
learned, and the spirit of the nation’s
leaders appears to have fallen upon the
men, for all of them have entered upon
the tasks set them with an earnest-
ness that gives every promise of quick-
ly transforming the ordinary citizen
into a trained soldier.
It is more than probable that the
nation with which we are at war is be-
ing kept well informed as to the prog-
ress being made here toward sending
an effective army across .the Atlantic
to emphasize the declarations we have
made as to our aims and purposes in
the existing struggle; and if that na-
tion has been able to draw any con-
solation or hope from the few sporadic
instances of opposition to the selective
draft, that hope must by this time
have been left high and dry on the
shores of disappointment. The smooth-
ness with which the men have been
moved from their homes to the various
camps, the enthusiasm they have man-
ifested when brought face to face with
the work, the approval so emphatically
manifested by those who remain at
home to undertake the payment of the
cost of war, must all indicate to the
German ruler that the United States
has entered upon this war with a full
appreciation of what it may cost, and
is therefore making adequate prepara-
tions for whatever may develop until
the time when victory shall have been
secured.
We are a peace-loving people. So
deep is our love for peace that we are
willing to go to war that it may be as-
sured. We did not enter the war un-
til almost driven to that action. We
studied every new development as it
arose and made each step with care
and without passion. We are where we
are today because we could not in rea-
son be in any other attitude toward
those who appeared to be making war
for the profit'that might be obtained
in the day of final settlement. We
have set our minds and hearts to the
task and will hit when the time comes
with all the power of a mighty people
animated by a lofty ideal who have
borne insult until forbearance has
reached its limit.
If the German ruler does not read
truly these signs in the coming to-
gether of the countless thousands of
men who are 'asking to be trained for
a very serious piece of work, then he
must wilfully refuse to see what is
. most obvious. Because they have not
answered the command of some mili-
tary commander to join the colors, be-
cause they have not from childhood
been trained to the use of military im-
plements, because they have not been
taught the divine rights of kings, means
little or nothing to these bright young
Americans who today are shaping into
an army for use tomorrow. They
have been taught that force was not
the best argument, that man pos-
sessed certain God-given rights, that
kings were but the creatures of cir-
cumstances, and that others have cer-
tain rights which must not be taken
from them. This school may differ
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twenty minutes and we can go some-
where and gossip.”
Gordon, completely disarmed of sus-
picion by the manner and words of the
actor, remained in the wings watching
the clever performer. The call boy
stood. near him and with a sudden in-
spiration the player asked:
“What time did Mr. Metzler go on
this afternoon?”
“He was four minutes late,” said
the boy. “He was due to go on at
5:15, but he ran off to the ball game
and we had to force an encore for the
Bartletts until he got dressed.”
Gordon was satisfied. “Even in the
fastest automobile it would have been
impossible for Metzler to reach the
theater from the Polo grounds in less
than fifty minutes. His story of leav-
ing the grounds in the fifth inning was
true. The game had started at 3:15 and
if he left in the fifth he could have
reached the theater.
The evidence seemed to absolve Metz-
ler entirely from any connection with
the mysterious voice that Gordon had
heard and deepened the mystery of the
whispering ball.
The player received the actor in
friendly fashion, applauded his per-
formance, and they left the theater to-
gether, stopping uptown for a light
luncheon.
“You used to do a ventriloquist act,
didn’t you?” asked Gordon. “I saw you
four years ago.”
“Yes,” said Metzler, “that was the
way I got my start. I learned to do it
while studying elocution. You know I
started to be a great legitimate actor,
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“I haven’t done it for years until to-
night. I was showing Lester some vocal
tricks, trying to cheer him up. He’s
pretty blue over the way things are
going."
“We all are,” remarked Gordon. "Les
takes things seriously anyhow. He
needs money.”
“I know,” said Metzler, thoughtfully.
“He bet a bunch of money on the
Greens in the middle of the season
about the time I did and it would hit
him harder than anyone if you lost out
now.”
"By the way," said Gordon, casually,
“is it possible for a ventriloquist to
throw his voice so that one person
could'hear it and another standing near
him not hear it at all?”
He waited eagerly for the answer.
“No,” said the actor brusquely. “Some
of these fakers claim they can do a lot
of things, but the only trick is in mak-
ing a voice appear to come from some-
where else.” -
“When did you learn it?” asked Gor-
don, remembering Mr. Holiday’s sug-
gestion. "From some relation?”
“No, I guess the knack runs in the
family. An uncle of mine who died
when I was a baby is said to have been
i a great ventriloquist.”
Gordon was satisfied. He remained
with the actor some time longer and,
begging the necessity of being at the
hotel early, bade him good night and
started homeward.
Meantime Shan Paulin was lost in
a maze of surprising and startling de-
velopments.
When he started in pursuit of Bart
Kendall he regretted having chosen the
lesser of the tasks, believing he had
sent Gordon on the important part of
the amateur detective work. He found
little difficulty in trailing Kendall,
whose tall, graceful figure could be
seen in almost any crowd. Kendall
had strolled up Broadway, bowing and
stopping occasionaly to shake hands
and extend greetings with acquaint-
ances. At Forty-sixth street he had
turned off Broadway and to a house
that once had' been one of the hand-
some residences of the social elect. The
little reporter knew that this house was
friendly tone, “I want to apologize to
you first and explain later. The truth
is, Shan and I rigged a dictagraph in
this room and have been listening to
everything you two said.”
He crossed the room, and from be-
hind a picture he drew a flat, sensitized
plate connected with wires to the, ad-
joining room. Gordon and Haley
flushed with embarrassment and anger.
“You hardly can blame me for want-
ing to know what is going on,” said
Mr. Holiday apologetically. “Gordon
made two strange plays today, and you,
Haley, defended him in the clubhouse.
I’m glad we listened, for we know you
are honest—and you have given us an
idea to work on.”
“Wait a few minutes,” said Paulin,
darting out of the room. The others
remained, Mr. Holiday asking them
questions and getting a more complete
account of their experiences. They
were recalling strange events of simi-
lar character in other games when Pau-
lin slipped into the room.
“Fellows,” he said, “it may interest
you to know that Metzler has been in
Lester’s room. He was giving a sample
of his powers as a ventriloquist and
just left.”
1 1
work,” he urged, as the call boy i
rapped on the door. "I’ll be off in ‘
were to find my collar button for me,”
and then the old gentleman rabbit took
off. his old wedding stovepipe hat and
bowed to the Jack in the Box and
drove away in the Luckymobile down
the road, and when he came to a bridge
he said to his little nephew, “Do you
think we’re on the right road, I don’t
remember this bridge, do you?” And
then a voice cried out, “Don’t be anx-
ious, Mr. Lucky Lefthindfoot. This is
the road to Lettuceville. Keep right on
after you cross the bridge until you
come to a little red schoolhouse and
then turn to your left and then turn
to your right and if you don’t get home
until morning you’ve made a mistake.”
“Thank you,” said Uncle Lucky. “And
if I made a mistake I’ll come back and
give you a scolding,” and after that
they crossed the bridge, and just as
they came to the first turn in the road
I then heard a dreadful loud noise in
the woods close by. “What’s that?” ask-
ed Billy Bunny, and he turned up his
left ear and his coat collar so that
he could hear better.
“It’s an old friend of yours,” an-
swered a deep growlykind of a voice,
and before the two rabbits could won-
der who it was their friend the good-
natured bear, jumped out the bushes.
“Take me with you, please,” he said,
“for I’ve run a splinter in my foot, and
it hurts me to talk.” And in the next
story you shall hear of another ad-
venture which the two little rabbits
had.
ANCIENT CHINESE POEM.
Oh, gay these waters shone of old,
When, streaming (o'er their moon-
bright blue.
The lantern flashed vermeil and gold,
Azure and green, the fair nights
through.
When loud the-pageant galleons drew
To clash in mimic combating,
What time Han Wuti’s banners flew
Over the Lake of Kouen Ming, e
covered the actor entertaining a group
of his admirers at the bar. Paulin
sauntered out and joined Gordon, re-
porting what he had seen. A group
of men and boys wepe gathered
around the entrance to the hotel and
a score or more were loitering at the
corner below the hotel while other
groups gathered across- the street.
There was no sign of a demonstration
and it was evident that the wild ex-
citement of the afternoon had died
down and the loiterers were merely
curiosity seekers, waiting in hopes of
getting a glimpse of some of the play-
ers who were figuring in the national
baseball scandal.
The reporter and player strolled to
the corner unrecognized in their street
clothes and waited. Ten minutes later
Metzler hurried down the street and
turned into Broadway. He was walk-
ing rapidly and as he passed the
shadows he glanced quickly up at the
clock and hastened his steps.
"Come on,” said Gordon quickly. “He
isn’t due at the theater for an hour
and a half, and yet is in a hurry. He
probably has an engagement to meet
some one.”
Gordon concealed his interest.
“No luck at all,” said the actor. “I
bet $2,000 on you fellows in July and
was planning how to spend the win-
nings when this streak of bad luck
CHAPTER III.
On the Trail.
“Trail this man Metzler, boys.”
Mr. Holiday spoke sharply, and it was
evident he was in deadlyvearnest.
“Gordon,” he said, “you and Shan fol-
low him, see who he meets, and if pos-
sible find out what they talk about.
It is better that the players disappear
from the hotel this evening, anyhow,
and avoid the crowds. Haley and I will
take care of Lester. Get in by eleven
and report to me in my room if you
learn anything important. If you get a
chance, Gordon, ask if this Metzler
learned ventriloquism from an uncle.
“This thing has got to be cleared up.
You saw the afternoon papers?”
“I saw enough of them,” said Gordon;
“I’d like to see the fellow who wrote
that headline.”
"Nver mind that,” said Mr. Holiday
sharply. “Don’t blame the papers.
Things look rotten on the surface. Shan
has been around the newspaper offices,
and we’ll get as square a deal as the
circumstances warrant. ' It is up to us
to find out what the trouble is. If there
is anyone on this team helping lose
games every one of us ought to help
showi him in self-defense.”
“Come on, Shan,” said Gordon, eager
for action to relieve his wounded feel-
ings. “If this actor is pulling that kind
of stuff I’ll do a knockabout stunt with
him and turn him over to the rest of
the fellows for encores.”
“Let’s see whether Lester went
with him or not,” said Paulin; “I’ll call
his room.”
There was no response from Lester’s
room when they attempted to reach it
from the desk downstairs, and the re-
porter and captain of the Greens in-
quired of the doorman whether Lester
and Metzler had gone out.
“Mr. Lester went out five minutes
ago,” said the doorman. “He was alone
and in a great hurry, but I think the
man who asked for him is in the bar
now.”
Paulin strolled into the bar and dis-
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