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again. No one but I knew he had
been there on the lawn: no one but
myself was going to know 1t. But
Thomas! The thought startled me,
He knew it. But
Laura finally broke the silence with
one Of her startling questions:
"Loulie. are you going to marry
Hap"
I shook my head decidedly.
why not? Won't you tell me!
Have you a reason. dear"
YES"
She paled little, 1 didn't know why
at the time.
Wont you /copfide in me?" she
pleaded. And let me help you? can
help you, no matter how difficult 1t
L."
She was very winning and sweet.
I intended to tell her jokingly my rea-
son was that her mother really had
intended me as pace-maker for her,
and that I'd have to be free to en-
courage the eligibles until she was
quite sure Just who she wanted to
marry, but I was weak. and the tears
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No harm done. John will hold 4 levee
after luncheon and return them
l suppose 1t occurred to John what
a Job that was going to be. especially
as he was apt to have a crowd of hys-
terical women on his hands any min
ute. He tumbled the jewels back into
the bag as Doctor Graham's horn rent
the air. and was just about to pull
the string securing them.
We'll. I'll be damned" he exclaim-
ed. This is my bag!"
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Her Mission,

Girl scouts must learn how to wash
baby, bake a loaf OF bread. build a
coal fire and darn a sock, to say moth.
ing of being able to find their way
about in woods and cure snake bites"
said the parent. Don't you want to
become a girl scout, dear?"
mo, mamma" replied the young
girl; Il won't need to know how to do
those things when | grow up. I'm go
ing to be q suffragette."
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SYNOPSIS.
'C0YRBn 81
bObb5-AIPRIu COMPANY

10 Goldman and her sister Loulie are
left orphans. Their property has been
ther and they are compelled to cast about
Tor some means to earn a living. Lou
ue answers an advertisement Of an inva-
"a who wants q companion. She declines
the position. Louiie advertises for a po.
Gtion as companion, and Mrs Hazard
chief work Is to steer Mrs. Hazards son
ana daughter In the right matrimonial
ara and also gains the confidence of Lau-
r. Hazard The Due de Trouville Is be-
Hazard gives a big reception and Loulie
meets many people high in the SOCIAL
world Natalie Agazziz. to, whom Hap
era.d bracelet during the reception She
declares there is not another like 1t In
the world. 1t develops that Natalie has
liar circumstances. Hap takes Louie TO
the baseball game. He tells her he e.. is
cured of his infatuation. The scene
changes to the Hazard country place;
where many notahIes have been invites ts,
the farm of Winthrop Abbott. an author.
In whom Laura takes considerable inter
est Due de Trouviile arrives & at the, the Haa- a
tor boat out late at night. Next morning nm!
the papers announce ths robnery n,,s o. sen- en.
lie OF stealing her ruby pendant; Mrs,
Hazard assures Loulie Of her confidence IN
nef. Hap declares MS lONo lUt iouit1.
6he reciprocates. but will not admit 1t as
she fears what Mrs Hazard will say:
Loune is excused from dinner on account
of headache. She Is bombarded with
notes from Hap implorins her to see MN;
Winthrop Is arrested in the presence OF
Hap and Loulie. charged with robbins
General Schuyler's home and shooting the
general. A box Of Jewels is found in Win,
throp,,s safe, among them an an, emerasd IN Nsl
bracelet exactly like the one lost by Ma
talie. Natalie apologies to Louie for ac.
cusng her OF theft. Loulie Is awakeneo
at midnight and finds Hap In her room.
Next morning Hap explains that he was
in pursuit of mysterious woman ne nae nae
seen in the corridor and who eluded MN
by passing through Louiie,s room. ,ad Na
tane Identifies the emerald bracelet found
in winthrop's safe as her own. Loulie's 5
sister, 10, arrives for weeks stay; joan
Crowninshield pays marked attention 70
Jo Loulie watches all night with Na.ane.
She sees Winthrop cross the Lawn IN ehe
early morning Swallowed by Thomas, a
footmah. Loulie hears noise In the gal
lery and goes to invesdgate, ,,t,,,ss she ever
bag. She start. to carry It to her room n
and Is surprised by someone IN 'he haAA
and falls downstairs.
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CHAPTER xxli.-contlnued.


When remembered again, John
was sitting at my desk with the gnt'
tering mass spread out before MIN.
Every one had crowded around nlm
etcent Hap. who was kneeling beside
the couch, holding my hand desper'
ntely and listening for the sound OF
the doctors car. l remember that II
haz,ly occurred to me how beautifully
the lavender brocade dressing gown
John wore and the soft pink OF JOS
kimono harmonized-andl lavender and
pink usually don't.
Where did you get them, Loulie?''
10 asked. What happened. dear?"
MY head was buzzing; there was a
pounding in my ears. Her questions
seemed to make . tumble OF my
thoughts.
why. of course, 1 must tell you. :"
I tried to think clearly. II found
them-found them in the card-room."
Yes, DEAR" 10 soothed. What were
you doing In the card-room?"
"I heard a noise In the gallery and
wanted to see-see- IL found them
found them in the card-room."
Everybody looked 80 queer! Ma
talie glanced quickly at Mrs. Hazard
a glance Laura intercepted. l sat up
suddenly.
"Surely you don't think 1 took
them!" fell back against the pill
lows again with groan. but 1t was
because little unseen devils tortured
me when l moved.
.She must not talk" Laura ex-
claimed. Don't question her. 1t isn't
fair. She doesn't know what she is
saying. For Heavens sake. why
doesn't the doctor Gomez"
10 sat down beside me helplessly.
There was nothing anybody could do
until the doctor did come.
Il think there's loot here from ev-
erybody," John remarked. ITS jolly
mess"
From the mess he separated Dor
othy Ambercrombis's green lizard
with the ruby eyes. Mrs. Abercrom-
HES moonstone set with sixteen
large diamonds, and that crazy bow
knot collar Of Mrs.. Sargent's. Then
Natalie pointed out other things she
recognized. But there was left jum-
ble of solitaires. handsome but non
dsscript: rings and pendants. brace
let's and brooches that only their own
srs could identify.
Everybody but myself" Natalie
said finally. There's not single
thing there of mine"
Somehow 1t seemed to me there
or,rht to have been in the bag those
things she lost earlier.
"You had q pistol" said weakly.
thinking Of It,
Yes. but no one knew It but you'll"
said Natalie. And II good. clear
thought had come to me out OF my
<hrobbing head I would have seen
what everybody saw later.
The thieves wero in the gallery. l
tried to tell them. II heard-I heard
n hammer fail. l went to see"-sud-
denly I thought of Winthrop. and !
closed my lips tightly for fear
would say had seen him there on
the lawn.
Yes. DEAR" Laura soothed- "We'H
aook. The thieves are gone now. but
=. Asys ~ 3swsaA % It's all right
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He Guessed He Knew.

One of the keepers al the bird house
in Bronx park has a nature story to
tell. There came TO the park a public
school teacher and class of children.
They stood by the great open-air cage.
One of the birds was a goose.
Now, children" the teacher asked.
what is the male of the goose called ?"
After a full half-minute, a boy of
Scotch ancestry Yentured to answer:
Il think | know, teacher; he's
mongoose. New York Evening Post
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Hard to Get Books Back.

The British Museum ordered King
George Ito return at once" a manu-
script. The king is like the rest of
us, probably. when it comes to bor-
rowing books.
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In1nortant TO Mothara
His Views.

DO you eat the same kind of grub
you feed the summer boarders2 ?"
Il do answered Farmer Whfiie-
tree.
"A farmers life is a hard one, amt
it?" responded the city man.
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No Dubious Situations.

do you assimilate your food. Mrs.
Jones?"
NO, We don't. We pay cash on the
spot"
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Red Cros. BAG Blue. much better. goes
farther than lIqrid blue. Get from any
good grocer. Adv.
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Still, woman's vanity isn't in II
with a mans conceit
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If you would hit the target of sue
cess you must aim before you shoot
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Few men are strong ugh to keep
their faces closed.
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| groceries back We walked back
across the bridge singing a little song.
The men that Mira saw on the bridge
across the valley of the Bagdat car
ried burdens, but all we carried on
that bridge that day was groceries.
We had laid our burdens down the
day we left the train at McHenry.. And
we were to pick them up again there.
But the present was ours and it had
the fairest face and the most radiant
smile any of us had seen since we took
our first sweethearts TO our first party.
And at that party 20 years ago it
rained and Boyles' cotton pants
shrunk up above his shoe tops and
tragedy walked with him home across
the stage of loves young dream.
Well, Russell ate up all the Irish
potatoes in camp and Boyles ate all
the eggs and 1 ate a little bite or two
myself: So we decided to go home
skillet and loaded them into that
leaky boat and drifted down the river
towards the world. 1t was a noble
voyage. Boyles and 1 talked philoso-
ply and preached contentment. The
sunlight conjured us and the river
hypnotized us, and it was all very fine
All along the grassy banks were swell
summer cottages. Men and women
walked under the trees. Motor boats
whizzed by every few minutes. Listen!
Who was that singing? Boyles started
up. 1t was a divine voice singing a
song the world has loved for fifty
years. Inc music came across the
waters to US sweet and clear.
who can it be-" murmured Boyles
81 had not dreamed there was a wom-
an on this river from the springs to
the lake who could sing so divinely."
Fooled by a Photograph.
We listened eagerly. Pshaw. it was
only a graphaphone played on the
front porch of one of the cottages
across the river. But it sounded
mighty fine and we listened till the
Loo ID Il
the boat and Boyles got his feet wet
and his language shattered the dream
of my philosophy and drove away the
spell of the music. Russell actually
more than he had my musings of dead
peoples or the song of the German
diva brought from Leipsic to Fox
river by science to be reproduced for
our pleasure.
Materialism VS.. Sentiment.
Russell is a materialist, not senti
mentalist. And well for me it is so,
for 1 would have frozen in camp but
for his necromancy with quilts.
We had a series of adventures at
McHenry before we caught the Chi
cago train that night. But l will not
dwell upon them. They were merely
the brindle fringe on the edges of the
vacation card. If there is a finer river
than Fox river 1 have never seen the
flow of its waters. If there is any
finer air in the world than that of the
north country in early September they
ought to store it and sell for price.
If there are any finer fellows to make
a trip with than Boyles and Russell
they ought to be in the hall of fame
or drawing a thousand week in
vaudeville.
A Classic in Humdrum Life.
The hardships of that trip were
many. I nearly died up there. The
fish were few. The water was awful
wet and the mud sticky. But by all
the gods and goddesses, it was the
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fingers while despair 1urked close by
in the thicket. A chill came along
and grabbed me and I laid down on
the ground. 1 did not care what hap
pened or how it was done. Then this
man Russell forgot his own woe and
icicles and came to my rescue. He
wrapped me up in my old quilt and
added his quilt to the bundle. He
made me a cup of boiling coffee. He
added reinforcements to that crazy
windshield He stole more wood for
the fire. And 1 lay back there and
watched his red head shining in the
freight like a lamp in the pilgrim
valley of darkness. If Captain Scott
had had Russell with him on that
south pole journey he would not have
persisted in the icebergs, and the
snow.
Colder Than 1t Was Before.
The night wore on some more. 1t
was 3 o'clock by this time and colder
than it was before. BoyIes slept on
in the tent like the Turk that Marcos
Bozzaris slipped up on and murdered
in the night time. Russell and 1 felt
like Marcos. We threw things at the
tent. We called out uncomplimentary
words, but we were too hoarse to
make noise enough to wake the sleep
er. 1 thought of sunny Kansas and
how [ had slept out in the yard all
summer and why L did not go to
Panama for my vacation. The moon
shone on Fox river and Russell and
I looked through the leaves of the
trees at the silver picture in a black
frame, laced with white and tangled
with black, clear and cold and deep
and mysterious and beautiful. We
heard the water tapping the bank. 1t
was worth coming up there to freeze
to see.
If there had been a sentry on the
Johnsburg bridge he would have
called out o'clock by this time. And
if he had started to add "all is weH,''
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Russell and 1 would have had his life
if we had to swing for it.

Russell and I would have had his life
if we had to swing for it.
When the Sleeper Shall Rise.
We threw more things at the tent
Russell threw chair with such good
aim that it passed through the cur
tains and hit Boyles on the legs. He
walked up and began to talk to him
self. We talked to him. And the
things we said would have made an
abbot get up out of the tomb and
fight. But Boyles only thrust his head
out between the parted curtains to
blink and grin and inquire why we
We're outside.
We told him. And the echoes came
back from over the river to tell him
again. We were sore. Boyles laughed
like a hyena. He said it was not cold.
, Swore he was warm and comforta BILE
inside that tent. Russell stopped me
as 1 crawled towards him with the
butcher knife in my teeth. Boyles
said that only descendants of a long
line of star spangled idiots would go
outside a warm tent in the cold wind
to get warm again. He started to
argue the point but Russell hit him
With sack of potatoes.
y Rcd-Headed Angel.
BY daylight 1 had the epizootic, the
lum bago. the ague, catarrh, cough.
cold, rheumatism and several minor
ailments. Russell put me to bed in
the tent, adding Boyles' quit to mine.
[ still used tan raincOat for pajamaS.
Russell slept in his clothes, shoes and
cap. Boyles kept the fire.
When / craWled out two hours later
Mister Sun was on the job. 1 thought
l was going to die but after l had cut
a little wood and gone after the milk
and eaten seven eggs for breakfast l
changed my mind. And then that dia-
mond sunshine thawed me out and
that wonderful air of the north coun-
try, clear as truth, full of miracles,
came along and cured me of all the
Nightmares and made me a better
man than 1 had been for year. Rus
sell also partook of the miracle
We fished all over Fox river. We
fshed in the baSsweed and in the
ripples and in the bays. We fished
from Dan to .Beersheba and from the
Euphrates to the sea- We dragged
those little frogs through miles and
miles of water But the bass slept on
in their coral beds and we were left
alone.
Saved Myself From the Fate of Jonah.
At this point 1 noted Boyles and
Russell comforting together. I caught
whispers about the voyage from
Ninevah, and Jonah, and throw him
overheard, etc. Now have shrewd
understanding and sensitive nerves. 1
did seem to scent trouble. 1 spoke to
them softly and asked them if they
would row me to the bank SO that 1
might walk to camp and get dinner.
They did SO quickly and without cour-
tesy or a decent word. Safe from the
shore I threw rocks at them as they
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| those waves seemed to me like the
race of men through life, with death
on the sands of the shoreless sea at
the end.
But this man Boyles dragged me
away from the lake and my rest and
my philosophy and comfort and regal
meals and luxurious room with his
wild eyed tales and wilder longings
for the Fox river and myth of the
fishes that used to inhabit it's waters.
Yes, and he had a brOtherin-law, a
red headed oyster pirate named Rus
sell, who was crazier than Boyles over
this fishing mania. Not Peter and the
other eleven Observation-Disclosures ever
made such catch the night they
burst their nets under the spell of a
miracle had this BOyles-RuSSel
outfit on some previous trip to Fox
river. They lied; ah, they lied, did
these two. about the fish in Fox river
even as the countless children of time
have lied from time immemorial about
the numbers and weight of the fish
they caught in days that had gone by.
Logged Me Away From Luxury.
was not entirely their dupe. L did
not believe half they said, but 1 evil
IDENTIFY believed enough, for they lug
ged me off with them about 20 miles
to the northward of Chicago and we
took with us an army tent and skill
let to protect us from the elements
and to save us from starvation.
It's a sad story, mates, but it must
be told.
We landed at town called McHenry
at the noon hour of as fine a summer
day as ever bloomed in the new world.
Transhipped from train to rowboat and
started up the Fox river. While my
thoughts are bitter about many things
that had to do with that trip, yet gen.
tie truth bids me say that Fox river is
the most beautiful stream that flows
down to the seven seas 1t slips along
between grassy banks that look like
the parkings of a we'll kept lawn. No
BILE shade trees adorn the banks back
from the river. The water is deep and
blue, the current sluggish. There are
no bars or towheads to VeX the soul of
the boatman: no snags, no shoals. One
of those rivers that you read about in
the books where all things are we'll
There We're hundreds of motor boats on
its waters Cay and night. and I should
think there would be. 1t is a stream
made to order for the boatman and the
lover OF a noble stream.
\ Boat Not Made to Row.
We rowed laboriously in a boat that
was cross between a tub and a swivel
chair and after three hours of hard la
Dor came to a place above bridge that
Boyles swore was the best fishing
grounds in the universe. We landed on
the right bank. A wooden hotel stood
near the bridge on side and little
old Dutch town nestled in the hills
across the river, Johnsburg, they
called it.
Pitched camp in a grove on the river
bank. Fine looking place. Grass and
trees and sunshine. The river rippled
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For the fourth time since last Sprin g
this writer undertakes to tell about his
hardships on a fishing trip. Three of
the experiences were endured in Kan
sas, but this last calamity happened
up on the Fox river at point close 20
the Illinois-Wisconsin line. Four
times during this eventful year have
1 gone forth to catch little fishes and
found hunger, fatigue, sunstroke,
frost bites and woe. And the last
time was the worst.
1 had sworn off after the Cedar
Creek massacre. But this time [ was
seduced by stories of the grand bass
fishing in the north country. The fish
in these northern lakes and rivers
were so plentiful and they bit so hard
and often that really it was no sport
at all to harvest them into the boat.
And Fox river was the star fishing
stream of the north country. That
was the story my Chicago friends told
me, and with my experience and bet
ter Judgment hammering on the pan
of my brain for a hearing, 1 listened
to that story.
l give it as my opinion that there
are no fish in the world There are
none in Kansas. None in Fox river.
None in Missouri. No, I'll take that
back-about none in the world. There
are Goldfish off Newfoundland and
salmon in the Oregon river. But I am
offering a reward for fish caught with
a line in my presence anywhere else
inland or outland, in the waters of the
rivers, the bays or the ocean. There
are no fish.
L am no fisherman. Why, wonder,
do my friends insist that 1 always go
fishing when 1 have a leisure hour or
day? All my friends seem to be fish
ermen but they never catch any fish
except me.
1 have fished in Mill creek, Lynn
creek, Cedar creek and Fox river;
fished high, low, jack and the game,
and never a fish has come to me for
month, or the month after, some false
friend will want me to go with him to
break a hole in the ice and spear the
fish when they come up for air.
Found a Friend.
Yes, 1 went up to Chicago a week
or so ago for a change of air and
around the loop district looking for a
restaurant that served meals for 20
cents / met an old friend of my boy
hood, Boyles by name. We had played
ball together and L loved him like q
brother. 1 thought he was still my
friend. Took me to his house out in
Evanston on the lake front and there
he treated me like Foquet did the Wis
iting princes.
1 went down in the early morning
light to the shores of Lake Michigan
and sat there and watched the little
waves chase the big ones across the
face of this inland sea and all of them
die on the shore. And the race of
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finest trip 1 ever knew. And 1 say to
the office man of Kansas, Missouri,
Illinois or any other state, if you
want to renew your lost youth and
meet happiness face to face and find
something that will come to you
through the years again and again in
the form of sweet-faced memory, get
a pup tent, a skillet and a friend like
Boyles and a red-headed prince like
Russell and go to Fox river some
where close to the Johnsburg bridge
and stay day or a week. 1t will be
classic in your humdrum life and
the thoughts of it and the good of it
will abide for long and longer still.
But, you will have to be a son
of Lief the Lucky if you find
BoyleS and a Russell to make that
trip. A singer like Boyles and a cook
Hold on. 1 cannot end this story
like this! In justice to Fox river L
must add a word. L am no fisherman,
as 1 said before. But there was a
fish. Yes, Russell. caught a two
pound bass on that trip. And as we
sailed for McHenry an old fisherman
told us that the Fox river bass were
biting bacon that week and not froGs.
He caught 'em by the gross with the
meat of the hog. That's all.
G A G
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rowed out into the stream. And l
added words harder than the rocks.
walked to camp. Walked through
the bluegrass and under big trees and
past fallen logs and through all the
beauties of a glorious day. And 1
wondered if God was as good to every
body as He was to me that day. The
outdoors is the most blessed miracle
that can happen to any office man
this side of the shining sands of the
islands of the blest. And that is d
fact.
Seven Potatoes in the Ashes.
/ made a fire at camp and placed
seven big potatoes in the ashes OF
the old fire. 1 would have treat for
the fishermen when they returned. A
hidden treat to be raked forth at the
proper time. 1 met these absent
friends of mine at the shore with a
word of welcome and smile of elo-
quence. But they had no fish and
they called me names that shocked
the woods and fields to hear.
Boyles is a star cook. But Russell
is a chef. They prepared a dinner
that had the Blackstone's feast day
menu looking like a raw onion and a
piece of cheese on chip.
And then, just at the right time, and
with considerable flourish, 1 raked out
those seven potatoes from their little
bed in the ashes under the fire. They
looked like cinders from the Stag in
the Pit. 1 ate dinner in meeknesS and
in silence. Boyles and Russell talked
constantly and the subject of their
discourse was not pleasant. Next time
go on a trip will take a serpent and
a savage for company.
The fishermen fished the afternoon
away. / played pool with the hotel
keeper.
For supper that night we had fried
potatoes, dozen eggs, a can of
salmon, three pies and two quarts of