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LABOR’S ATTITUDE.
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a “covert conscription
that it
Morrison expresses the belief
But I ran after him and
Bad Sign.
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Mrs. Jimmson popped out of the bed-
monarchy.
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way—I
hind the flag to the last dollar and the
last man.
Member of the Associated Press.
The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to
the use for republication of all news dispatches
credited to it or not otherwise credited la this
paper, and also the local news published hereto.
A Hittite tablet, recently translated
tells of a woman mayor as long ago as
5,000 years; and we are going hog wild
over woman suffrage as a nineteenth
century discovery.
Sometimes the Americans deliver a
blow before they blow.
ened his pace,
caught up.
"Did I hurt
One of the big problems after the
war will be to make Germany safe for
the Hohenzollerns.—Rochester Herald.
War is progressive. They now have
machine guns, let us hope that it will
not be long until they also have ma-
chine gunners.
Some Huns dig themselves in, others
leave the job for the allies to do after
the battle line has been pushed back
toward Berlin.
We have not noticed anything very
artistic about the German retreat since
Von Boehn took charge.
Talk about paradoxes; what about
a hot fight at Chilly? y
the waiting much better than the dual, letter I knew I still had the diamonds!
anyand lisfrien
6€/ David Cory
DI DIAMOND
Member American Newspaper Publishers’ Ass'n, Southern Newapaper Publishers'
Ass'n, and Audit Bureau of Circulations.
At Rehearsal.
"What ails the sailors’ chorus, pray?”
For there was quite a hitch.
The manager replied, "Why, sir.
The tars can’t get the pitch!..
—Cartoons Magazine.
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cup-
board
To get her poor dog a bone;
But when she got there—■
She found that the bone had been used
by Miss Hubbard, her daughter, in mak-
ing a tasty dish from yesterday's left-
overs.—Selected.
Eastern Offices.
New York Office, 341 Fifth Ave.
D. J. Randall.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
I denied everything?”
“I thought it happened that
wasn't sure.”
"Were you accused, too?”
“Yes.” '
“Of the same thing?”
“I presume so.”
"You denied everything?”
"Absolutely.”
(To Be Continued.)
by
JANE BUNKER
“Come, Mooly Cow, I have let down the
bars,
So pray follow me to the shed.
But the mooly cow said ‘Moo-o-o!’
And wigled the cap on her head.
Mooly Cow, all through the day you
have been
Browsing out here where the pasture
is green.
So why don't you come when I beckon
to you?
But the Mooly Cow only said ‘Moo-o-o!’
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When a fellow cries because the in-
come tax has absorbed the inordinate
profits he has made on a war contract,
shall it be referred to as war profit-
teers?
Fashion has decreed that women’s
skirts must be tighter and shorter,
what d’yer mean, shorter?
A sign in a restaurant has this varia-
tion of an old idea: "Pies like mother
made, five cents. Pies like mother tried
to make, ten cents.”—New Idea.
The work or fight amendment to the
new manpower bill is being bitterly
opposed by the head men in the ranks
of organized labor who claim that the
clause will be used by designing em-
ployers to get an advantage of the
workingmen and hold them in a condi-
ion of near-slavery. Secretary Frank
Morrison of the American Federation
of Labor backs up the recent protest of
President Samuel Gompers and declares
the provision inserted by the senate
committee was an attack upon the loy-
alty of the American workingman and
Daughter—I am not so sure of that.
Mother—Why not?
Daughter—He leaves me in less than
an hour after bidding good-night.—
Pearson’s Weekly.
The American soldiers in training in
this country are fed on victory bread;
after they get over to France the bread
is left off and they are fed on the
sharply in my tracks. Mr. Man was
about twenty feet in the rear, follow-
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I think the first thing that struck
me as queer in it was the large num-
ber of words—words that no experi-
enced business man, using telegraphic
communication all the time, would have
put in —the "to’s" and “the’s”; and
then, "I’m obliged to ask”—my brother
would say, “Must ask you come,” or
“Please come.”
The second queer thing was saying
he’d meet me when his office is just
around the corner from the station and
he knows I don’t expect him to waste
time standing about waiting for a train
that may be late.
The third queer thing was that there
was not business of mine he could be
needing to see me about, and if it were
business of his, he’d ask it as a favor.
It was then that my eye slid up to the
date and I saw it had been sent from
New York. Well, if he were in New
York, why hadn’t he telephoned me or
come up to the house?
I wish I could say it flashed over
me instantly that this was a decoy de-
of labor.” Mr.
The government’s appropriation of
five million dollars to be loaned farm-
ers in the drouth-stricken localities is
a commendable move. It is quite likely
that under normal conditions these
loans could have been effected through
private agencies, but as matters now
stand, all the money not used for ac-
tual living expenses is being given into
the custody for the government for war
purposes and there is little left for
extending aid in a direction where it
is greatly needed and where it is going
to bring splendid returns in the shape
of food crops. Helping the farmer .s
helping the nation.
XIV.
The Telegram.
A telegram in the hand is worth two
special delivery letters you can’t find;
so I tore open the yellow envelope.
Now it is a habit of mine to read
the signature before the message. The
signature was my brother’s name. My
brother is not a telegraphy person, ex-
cept for bad news, and the sight of his
name gave me a shock, and for a good
halfminute I could .not go on with
the message. It seemed like a visita-
tion of providence to pay me for my
ribald laughter at poor Jimmson’s ex-
pense. But when I got the courage
to face what had happened in the fam-
ily, this is what appeared:
“I know what she says,” cried Billy
Bunny. "She wants us to take her in
the Luckymobile."
"Will you come if I give you a ride
home?” said Uncle Lucky, like the dear
old gentleman rabbit he was.
And then what do you suppose the
Mooly Cow said? Why, those very same
words, “Moo-o-o-o!” And then, with-
out waiting, she got into the Lucky-
mobile and so did the pretty milkmaid
and away went kind Uncle Lucky over
to the old farm on the hill.
"You are very kind,” said the pretty
milkmaid, as she jumped lightly out
of Uncle Lucky’s car, and then she
took the wild flower from he sunbonnet
and pinned it on the coat of the old
gentleman rabbit. And after that she
led Mrs. Mooly into the shed and sat
down on her three-legged milking stool.
And while she filled the bright tin pail
with milk, she sang;
the city—to my brother’s, of course.
The telegram gave me the excuse for
doing it; also told him what train and
station I should leave, for he had set
them himself. But why had he set a
day train? Why not one at night? It
puzzled me at first until I saw his
reason—I could disappear out of a day-
light crowd about four times easier
than out of a night crowd. Who would
notice, among hundreds of women go-
ing through the Pennsylvania station,
a woman simply dressed as I carrying
a common suitcase? Probably no one.
It would be like this—-
Two men would step up to me while
you very badly?” I
How He Did It.
A little boy who had been taught to
report promptly his misdeeds sought
his mother with an aspect of grief and
repentance. "I broke a brick in the
fireplace," he announced, on the verge,
of tears. “Well, that is not beyond
remedy,” smiled the mother. “But how
on earth did you do it?” “I was pound-
ing it with father’s watch."—Exchange. .
Crowning Reason.
Drafted men are urging various and
sundry reasons for exemption from
military service, but a Robeson county
negro has all others backed off the
boards for the uniqueness of one of his
reasons. He gave several reasons and
then topped them all off with: “’Sides
all dat, Ise got a mule dat nobody but
me kin wuk, and ef dey takes me I
sho’ will have to expose of date mule.”
—Exchange.
THURSDAY, AUGUST 32, 1918. 1
PAPER SUITS.
Sherman Democrat.
Paper suits for underclothing are
now proposed and at a recent meeting
of fashion fixers paper suits were
shown. Some of them knit from paper
thread. They can, it is claimed, be
made cheaply and thrown away when
soiled. The object is to get away from
wash tub, laundry, and prevent pos-
sible sickness from handling soiled un-
dergarments, and save cotton, wool
and silk. If they can be made cheap,
neat and won’t rattle like the bustles
of .the seventies the women were re-
quired to wear, made from paper sacks
and newspapers, maybe we will give
them a trial.
leges draws upon himself the sus-
picion of disloyalty which words of
denial alone will not remove. What-
ever the nation’s lawmakers believe
to be for the best interests of the en-
tire nation, they should incorporate in
the bill; the American people are be-
“Do you believe the weather is indi-
cated by the moon?” “Looks that way
sometimes, stranger,” replied the man,
who evidently did not want to be both-
ered. "Mostly when you can’t see the
moon it’s cloudy, and when you can it
has cleared up.”—Washington Star.
“All the day long I have nibbled the
grass,
Except when I took a short nap.
And now I am waiting right here by
the stile.
For the pretty milkmaid with her
bright sunny smile,
And a wild flower pinned on her cap.”
I fished the hyacinths out of the
coffee pot with my own hand—Mrs.
Jimmson wouldn’t have touched them
for any money—and to say the least,
they were, as she observed, “a sight
to behold” by this time, mashed and
broken and soiled. I showed her then
where I put them—in the sideboard
drawer, and to show me, in her turn,
that she held nothing against me, she
asked if I’d read my special delivery.
I looked at what I held—it was a
telegram. I had lost the special deliv-
ery letter!
“What is Professor Diggs doing these
days?” “He is studying the causes
which underlie revolutions.” "He is,
eh? Well, I suspect he has a great
deal to learn about such things. He
got tangled up the other day in a re-
volving door."—Birmingham Age-Her-
ald.
■ signed to get me into monsieur’s
clutches, but it didn’t flash at all—
I thought it queer, and I was puzzled;
but I am free to confess that if it had
been an ordinary business man’s mes-
sage, I should have packed my suit-
case, put the diamonds in my stock-
ing, and taken the train specified. But
while I was still wondering what my
brother could be wanting me for in this
peremptory way, Mrs. Jimmson brought
me the special delivery letter, which,
with triumph and pleasure in her face,
she, said she, had found under the set
tubs—where I had probably pushed it
when she fainted.
I pulled it out of the envelope and
read:
“I am obliged to ask you to come to
Philadelphia tomorrow on urgent bus-
iness. Take the train leaving New
York at 11 a. m. I will meet you at
Broad street station.”
The German newspapers can give
the American journals cards and spades
when it comes to camouflaging the
home people. For instance, one re-
cently reported that there were only
50,000 American soldiers in France and
then proceeds to tell its readers that
in a late battle 100,000 Americans were
slain and 30,000 taken prisoners.
Get This One.
A Cork Irishman should have no
trouble in pronouncing the name of
the French town spelled Epieds, it is
A. P. A.
“Does Ginger bite?”
snaps.”—Yale Record.
And just then up came the milkmaid
with her pail on her arm. And then
she began to sing:
a very desirable
■ HISTORY REPEATS.
Denison Herald.
History is repeating itself. Hun-
dreds of farmers who were allured to
the far West following a periodical
prosperity season in that region are
coming back with all the speed that
can be developed by mule and horse-
power. The West is all right when it
rains, but, unfortunately, some years
there is not sufficient precipitation to
“lay the dust,” to say nothing of pro-
viding a season for growing crops. And
this season you don't have to leave
home to find something of a drouth.
“You know, Sam, it’s no disgrace to
work for a living.” “Yes, I know it,
sah. Dat’s what I allus tells mah
wife.”—Boston Transcript.
The kaiser in a recent speech refer-
red to the U-boat campaign as a com-
plete success. Well, we ought to be
satisfied if he thinks so.
asked.
“No—not very,” he answered, eying
me narrowly. "I’m afraid you’re giv-
ing yourself much concern over a little
accident.” He was, I saw, beginning
to wonder which of us was following
which!
“No,” said I quietly, “I’m not giving
myself the least’ concern over your
stepped-on toe—I’m simply using it as
an excuse to get a good look at you
in various lights so I’ll know you again
in any. possible disguise you may as-
sume.”
I have always regarded that episode
—and those last words—as a stroke of
genius on my part, if I do say it! It
came to me on the spur of the moment
without thinking about it, and nearly
bowled Mr. Man over. Before he had
decided what to say, or what to do to
allay my suspicion of him, I bolted
across the street, diagonally, ducked
between two trolley cars, one of which
hid me from view long enough for me
to get into the corner drug store,
where I dashed into the telephone
booth and called up Mrs. Delario.
“Madame was seen by two witnesses
to carry away the package containing
the jewels referred to. If madame de-
sires to return them to their owner tele-
phone Hotel Imperial at nine a. m.
The owner gives madame this one op-
portunity to rectify her mistake with-
out further trouble or publicity. Fail-
ure to comply with the request to tele-
phone will prove madame’s intentions
and necessitate active measures for
the recovery of the jewels.”
“Oh, you don’t say!” I sneered. “Well,
I wonder what next!” And by that
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room where she was puttering about
and asked if I had called her. She was
dreadfully interested—a telegram and
a special delivery in one fell swoop!
Well, give her a crumb of satisfaction!
“No—I didn’t call-—I was reading the
letter from my gentleman friend and
he asked me to call him at the hotel
at nine o’clock and it’s now“—I looked
at the clock—“ten minutes to twelve.”
“My! Ain't that awful!” mourned
dear Jimmson sympathetically, coming-
along the hall. “Was you to lunch
with him?”
I felt like telling her “Yes”—it would
have made her so happy; instead I
told her the truth— and made her hap-
pier!—“It was something far more ini- I
portant than that!”
“Oh!” she breathed with a knowing
smile and something very like a wink;
and she trotted off to sweep the bed-
room and left me to what she believed
was -love’s dream!
So I was to telephone at nine o’clock!
By rights—and monsieur’s calculations
—I should have received the letter be-
fore the first delivery; instead, it had
come after and by accident I hadn’t
read it till noon. The telegram was
timed nine forty-five.
It was then that I began to see
through a hole in a stone. I had not
telephoned—which proved I meant to
keep the diamonds. My next move,
obviously, would be to get them out of
Customer—“What’s the size of your
large men’s handkerchiefs?” Clerk—
“Same size as the small men’s handker -
chiefs, madam. The size of the man
doesn’t make any difference in his
handkerchiefs.”—Boston Transcript.
Whenever the Germans are subjected
to heavy and steady pressure on the
French front, a statement manages to
get into print to the effect that a great
offensive is about to be launched on
the Italian front. Whether this has
any effect on the determination of the
allies to push the Germans back of the
Rhine or not has not developed, but
probably the best way to start an of-
fensive on the Italian front is to start
it. The Italians are ready, so are the
French and British and American con-
tingents now on the Italian line. It
is now the Austrians’ move and it might
take the mind of the Austrian emperor
off the distracting thought of what is
likely to happen to the two crown
princes if the allies persist in pushing
them back. Apparently Italy can stand
Mother—He is
match, Mary.
was not the government that wanted
this amendment to the law, but that it
was instigated by some person or cor-
poration, and that pecuniary profit and
not the good of the nation was the
animating motive.
Either Mr. Morrison has failed to
properly represent organized labor or
organized labor is seeking special ex-
emption from military service without
being willing to face the suggestion
that the spirit of the slacker is preva-
lent in the ranks of that organization.
If the government is not asking for
this provision, why is it suggested in
connection with the new manpower
law, a government proposition, to be
molded into a law by the same men
who are working over other details of
the bill under consideration. It is the
poorest sort of camouflage to attempt
to divert the mind from the main ar-
gument by injecting the suspicion that
the work or fight provision is fathered
by some of the large employing con-
cerns of the nation. The effort to be-
cloud the issue is no credit to the man
who stands as a leader of intelligent
men.
It looks rather suspicious that the
American Federation of Labor appears
as the lone protester against the in-
corporation of the work or fight idea
into the manpower bill. The American
Federation of Labor is not the only or-
ganization affected by the proposed
amendment, and it cannot be conceded
that the leaders of this organization
are possessed of such supernal wisdom
as to be the only ones to foresee any
probable calamity that would follow
the adoption of this amendment. Were
the measure iniquitous, as Mr. Morri-
son would have us believe, the protest
against the adoption should have been
on the broad plane of its effect upon
the entire population and not merely
how it might possibly affect the Ameri-
can Federation of Labor.
It cannot be denied that the large
number of clear thinking men to be
found in the organization of which Mr.
Morrison is just now spokesman are
in accord with the argument upon
which he bases his demand for the
omission of this clause from the man-
power bill; other men stand willing to
accept its most far-reaching meaning,
just as our sons have accepted the
selective draft law and placed their
lives at the disposal of the nation for
whatever service might be required of
them and it would be a deplorable con-
dition indeed, if the nation could call
for the lives of her sons and be de-
nied the right to require such services
as the citizen can render apart from
the strictly military.
The true American makes no reser-
vation when his country calls and Mr.
Morrison has placed his organization
in a light it is not believed the general
membership will be willing to stand
in demanding that special privileges be
accorded them merely because they
happen to be affiliated with the Ameri-
can federation of labor. The very name
American is incompatible with the at-
titude taken by the secretary and there
should be quick action in repudiating
his uttrances.
The government desires to take ad-
vantage of no man or combination of
men. The government is engaged in
winning a war in which every work-
It has been several times remarked
that the American soldiers have shown
themselves quite adept with the bay-
onet whenever the Germans have mani-
fested ■ any willingness to meet them
in a close quarter fighting. There is
another department' of aggressive
fighting in which it is going to be
shown that the American will be able
to more than hold his own, if he has not
already demonstrated it, and that is in
marksmanship. The war department
is not only sanctioning the use of much
ammunition on the rifle range, but is
requiring the men who handle the guns
to be able to make a good showing.
While it may be true that the machine
gun is the favorite weapon on the bat-
tlefront, the rifle is not to be ignored
and with an expert behind it, good re-
sults are to be expected.
The civilian population of the Unit-
ed States will be compelled to go wool
gathering if the recent statement of
the wool administrator is to be fol-
lowed by action. He says that the
country is short on wool to such an
extent that the soldiers’ needs will ab-
sorb all the year’s product and still
will be short many million pounds.
There is patriotism enough left in the
country to induce the people to moke
their old clothes last a season longer,
and this they will willingly to when
assuredthat the boys we have sent
across the seas will not be deprieved
of the comfort of warm clothes. On
with the battle. ..
HE LEADS US ON.
He leads us on. Through all the un-
quiet years,
Past all our dreamland hopes and
doubts and fears,
He guides our steps. Through all the
tangled maze
Of sin, of sorrow and o’er clouded days,
We know His will is done.
And still He leads us on.
And He at last—
After the weary strife,
After the restless fever we call life,
After the dreariness, the aching pain,
The wayward struggles, which have
proved in vain—
After our toils are past,
Will give us rest at last.
— Mary Curtiss Baggot in St. Louis
Star.
ingman in the land is vitally in-
terested. so vitally that they should
be found insisting that they be sent
to the fighting front rather than clam-
oring against the classification given
them in the selective draft. The pur-
pose of the amendment is not, as in-
timated by Mr. Morrison, to make the
workingman appear in the light of
slackers, it is to insure that they shall
not be slackers. Every workman who
honestly performs his duty at the task
assigned him is not likely to be dis-
turbed and those who would take ad-
vantage of conditions brought about
by the war to settle some grievance,
or secure an increase pay, will be made
to know that neither the time nor oc-
cassion for such adjustments is when
the country is passing through a crisis
threatening its very existence, and he
who contends for such special privi-
Should the suggestion of the Na-
tional Association of Barber Supply
Dealers be made into a law there will
be a renaissance of the Russian style
of hirsute appendange. The sugges-
tion is that the cost of a hair cut be
made one dollar and for a shave fifty
cents be the fee. The adoption of any
radical advance in the price of ton-
sorial service is more than likely to
bring about a heavy demand for safety
razors and will doubtless prove a splen-
did incentive for the inventor of the
self-hair cutting machine to perfect
his apparatus and put it on the mar-
ket.
ing me. He began to limp the moment
he saw me noticing him.
I walked up to him and said, “Did I
hurt you very much?” in a pretended
sympathetic tone.
Said he—“No—not much,” tipped his
hat and limped on the way he was go-
ing.
I walked past the house to the end
of the block. As I turned north, I saw
Mr. Man ambling along in my direc-
tion. I stepped into a florist’s and
bought a fresh bunch of hyacinths.
By the time I had them paid for, Mr.
Man had reached the store and was
looking in the window, pretending not
to see me.
“Did I hurt you very much?" I asked
sweetly.
“No—not very.” He touched his hat
and I thought he looked annoyed.
I sprinted along ahead of him and
turned at One Hundred and* Forty-
fifth street. I fancy Mr. Man had to
do a little sprinting himself on his
poor lame foot. I had vanished into a
toy shop and was buying a doll for my
niece when he discovered me—and pre-
tended he didn’t see me. He walked on
ahead, but I caught up with him.
“Did I hurt you very much?” I
asked.
“No—not very.” He was beginning
to look astonished now.
I sprinted away and turned south on
Amsterdam. There, I went into a sta-
tionery store and bought an ink eraser.
Mr. Man passed the door and glanced
in. I motioned him to wait, but he pre-
tended"not to see. He was some dis-
tance ahead when I came out. He
glanced back and saw me; then quick-
I am buying my ticket. One says,
“You are under arrest. If you come
with me quietly, I’ll not put handcuffs
on you and you may ride to the station-
house like a lady. But if you refuse
to come, I’ll have to put the cuffs on.”
And what do I do? Scream? Have
it in the papers that they found the
diamonds in my stocking just as I
was carrying them off? Naturally, I
go; and then—
I confess I was so much disturbed
as I thought what might so easily
have happened had I acted on the
telegram, that it was some time be-
fore I got my wits together. One
thing was clear to me, however—mon-
sieur was going to act with great rap-
idity and secrecy—secrecy—that was
the main point; for if he were sure I
had the stones, he had only to get a
search warrant and he’d have the
stones.
Mrs. Jimmson came to my study
while I was pondering all this and
asked me, “What about lunch?” I sent
her round to the delicatessen and told
her to buy everything she thought
she’d like to have. I felt I owed it to
her after all the faints she’d had.
The moment she was out of the place,
I tore open the bunch of hyacinths.
The diamonds were there.
“Good lord!” I said as I saw them.
The things were a calamity.
I rolled them up again, but I must
get a new bunch of hyacinths; I must
do something—I must act—I must get
the stones home to Mrs. Delario—I
must at least ask her what she wanted
done with them and tell her how un-
safe they were with me.
I tried the telephone, but got no an-
swer, and while I was clacking at it
Mrs. Jimmson came home from the
delicatessen and I had to hang up.
I don’t think I could have named the
food she presently set before me. I
remember that she said, since I was
“so kind”—she’d bought a good many
things she never got for herself be-
cause she was "so hungry;” she hadn’t
had any breakfast because her “lady”
of the day before hadn’t paid her.
I turned quite sick when she told
me that!—poor unfed creature, what
had she gone through with this lady
this day! It was on the tip of my
tongue to invite her to eat with me—
I knew it would flatter her little van-
ity and pay her for everything; but on
second thought, I felt she would eat
more if I were not looking, and held
my peace.
While I ate, my mind went like a
hammer. How could I get the dia-
monds out of the house? To whom
could I entrust them? Not a living
soul, as far as I could see—unless I
could get them back to Mrs. Delario
herself, which didn’t seem likely in
the present state of the case..
You see how the man had me at his
mercy. If I’d been a person accus-
tomed to sneaking round and making
quick getaways, I’d have known what
to do and how to do it. In the next
place, I hadn’t the least idea of the
number of people I was pitted against
—the strength of the opposing forces.
The boldness with which the attack
had been made gave me the impres-
sion that monsieur had dozens of peo-
ple at his beck and call. At that time,
I hadn’t the dimmest suspicion that he
was playing practically a lone hand in
the game and had only one hired de-
tective and he didn't know what he
was watching Mrs. Delario and me for.
But as a result of my thinking, the idea
came to me to find out if I were now
watched and followed.
Telling Mrs. Jimmson to wait till I
came back—she was still enjoying her
combination lunch and breakfast—and
though it was raining hard, I went out
for an investigatory walk around the
block.
A man sat in the lower hall as I
stepped out of the elevator. His back
was toward the light of the front door.
I think the devil himself must have
got into me then; for without looking
at Mr. Man, except the glance I gave
him as I left the car, I walked straight
into him 'and stepped on his toe, hard.
He said, “Ouch!”
I said, “Oh, I beg your pardon. Did
I hurt you very much?”
“No—not very much,” he replied, and
looked glum.
Now I had calculated this, way—to
pass him in the act of stepping on him
and make him turn when he answered
me so the light would fall on his face.
I got the look at him I wanted and
went out.
I walked half a block and turned
Well, after the two little rabbits had
taken Dr. Quack, the famous duck doc-
tor, home, Uncle Lucky asked him how
much was his bill for mending the
white swan’s wing.
“Pay me what you like,” said Dr.
Quack. So the old gentleman rabbit
handed him a five-dollar lettuce bill,
and then the two little rabbits drove
away in the Luckymobile, and by and
by, after awhile, they came to a stile
where Mrs. Mooly Cow was chewing
her cud. She had on a pink sunbonnet
and her tail was done up in blue rib-
bons.
“Howdy,” said Uncle Lucky, and
X
Billy Bunny lifted his khaki cap and
bowed. And then the nice mooly cow
said:
CHAPTER XV.
Interviews.
I had considerable difficulty in get-
ting Mrs. Delario and I felt every sec-
ond was .precious. My detective man
was lurking about somewhere looking
for me, and I rather guessed she had
one watching her. My suspicions
seemed confirmed, for the moment she
recognized my voice she said, “I can’t
talk to you,” in a tragic determined
sort of way and I felt her in the act
of hanging up.
“Wait!” I shouted peremptorily, “I’ev
got to speak to you.”
"I can’t talk to you,” she repeated.
“Wait!” I shouted again. "Why can’t
you talk to me? Are you watched?
Is everything you say overheard?”
"Yes.”
“Dy a detective?”
"Yes.”
“All right—then I’ll do the talking.
You can answer yes and no, can’t
you?” /
“Yes.”
"Well, we’re both in the same boat—
I'm watched, too—followed by a de-
tective. This is the first chance
I’ve had to get you and I don’t know
how soon I'll be able to get you again.
Is your house watched?”
“Yes.”
“Could I run the blockade?”
“No!” This was fairly shouted at
me.
“Is there any way I could get those
articles back to you today?”
“No—none whatever now. No—not
under any consideration.”
“Why?”
“Ask me yourself.”
“Is there a detective in the house?”
“Yes."
“You don't say! Well, couldn’t you
come up and get them?”
“No—of course not.”
“Couldn't you send up?”
"Whom could I send? Impossible—
totally impossible.” Her tone was so
emphatic that I knew there was noth-
ing to be hoped for in that quarter.
She added before I had time for another
question, "I can’t talk any more—do as
you think best.”
I felt she was about to ring off and
leave me with that and shouted at her:
“Here—hold on! I don’t know what to
do—you’ll have to advise me.”
“But I can’t! You must do as you
think best—you understand it."
“I don't! That’s just the trouble. Lis-
ten. There are some things I’ve got to
know about. You keep on answering
yes and no—that isn’t going to give
anything away at your end, and I'm in
a drug store and I don't think anything
will get out from this end..* * * You
knew I was at your house yesterday?”
“Yes—after you had left. I saw you
in the street.”
“You knew I was accused? And that
"So you and Nexdore are not on
speaking terms.” "We are not.”
“What’s the trouble?” "Why, he sent
me a box of axlegrease and advised
me to use it on my lawnmower.”
“Well?” “Well, I sent it back and
told him to use it on his daughter’s
voice.”—Boston Transcript.
The sweet evening breeze is blowing up
cool,
I’m waiting to sit on my, three-legged
stool.
How dark it is growing. 0, what shall
Ido?
But the Mooly Cow only said
‘Moo-o-o!’ ”
“Mooly Cow, Mooly Cow, where do you
go
When all the green pastures are cov-
ered with snow?”
You go to the barn and I feed you with
hay.
And never forget to milk you each
day.
So let down your milk, pretty Mooly
Cow, do.
But the Mooy Cow only said,
Moo-o-0-ol ”
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