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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

goin' for the light, the only thing l
could see"
You must have known you were on
the right road. then" I suggested
That l didn't" he replied, speak
ing as a man does when he has been
running hard, for l couldn't tell but
that the light were a Jack o. lantern
that would go out when l come nigh it
an leave me in tn worstapart of tn
marsh, or that t'other old owl weren't
real witch what ad set 1t there for
to drown'd me by. BY anyway, the
light were better than the darkness
an so run as best l could an slipped
twice an dropped a brace o. me birds
an dusSn't stop even for they. an
went on an on till II seemed I'd never
get to the end O. tn runnin': but the
light kept all on a-twinklin' an so I
kept all on a-runnin', an at last I
seed a bit Of the breakwater, an then
all the things shaped themselves an
know'd in a moment where / was. An
the light were in me own parlor, for it
CHANGED that me brother Jack 'ad
come along, an bein' lonely like. 'ad
just lit the lamp for to see by, an II
it admit been for that I'd never ave
seen land again. l count tn old owl
would ha' had me drownded"
That is three years ago. you tell
me-" I said. Il should have thought
you would have forgotten the trouble
by now"
The old fowler stirred uneasily in
his chair.
Il 'ad forgotten IT." he confessed,
but last night, when I were down on
the wall at nighttime. t'other old owl
came shrikl5in' past me again, an
know'd she wanted to get me back on
the saltin's. for l count she's a witch,
an it's 'er night. An that's why l
ont goo.
DO ye listen" he said in hushed
tones. do We listen"
l stirred the fire to a glow that lit
the fowler's scared, white face. Some
thing gray and silent sailed between
the window and the faint light OF a
moon half hidden by a clouddrift-s
big owl passed. hooting.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

An when l got down there and
took me place just afore flight start
ed, blame me if l didn't see another
greet old owl swoopin' down FIR the
land; an / dussnt shoot it, not know
in when the flight would start, an it
come right past me, shrikkin' just
like the one I'd shot the t'other night,
and l knowed somethin' was wrong
Flight come late. 1t were ten min
utes fore the first birds come over,
and then they come all right and l
got six or eight, and thought to my
self I'd got skeered about nothin' l
forgot to tell ye that l 'adn't brought
Spot wi me COS she'd hurt her foot.
an I'd to leave her behind, so l 'ad
to pick up me own birds, an for to do
that l kept all on turnin' round, and
two was cripples an ran; and when
I'd got the lot and the light were
most gone, blame me if l knew where
the land was and where was the sea-
Il didn't know noWt about it at
first startin' off. Seemed to me l
were headin' towards the land right
enough, and then l come to a place
where the mud bank stopped and
wide comm down with a rush from
two sides at once. / looked for me
landmarks, but couldn't see nothin'
an | knew there was somethin'
wrong.
Il grew'd more an more skeerd
like, an begun to run forrard hard
as ever l could, an wherever l went
the water kept all on chasin' arter
me; an blame me, If that greet ole
owl didn't pass agin in the dark, all
white an flutterin' an screamin' at
the top O. her voice. Then I knoW'd
why it was I'd got caught, an l just
stood still. for l didn't know where
to go no longer, an then l seed
light, sudden-like, right away from
where I'd been a-runnin' l didn't
know what 1t might be, but l just
started straight off for it, walkin' an
wadin' an splashin' an racin' like
where the goin' was too soft; an
there was times when the water was
up to me knees, but l kept all on
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

answered Mr.. Pollock. "Thirty-si gal
Ions"
Then that's the very thing" an
swered his guest III you've got such
thing as a large auger about the
place III show you how to do it now"
In the excitement OF watching this GU
riOus experiment Mr.. Pollock forgot
about the unsettled account He rum
mayed in the bar and found an auger
of the requisite size. Mr. Twigg in
spected it with particular care Armed
with it and accompanied by his host he
descended to the cellar where the mighty
barrel stood upon lis trestles. He eyed
It carefully and tugged at his mustache
possibly to hide a smile.
The Experiment.
mo use knocking the spigot out" he
said. You need two hOles-one for
each kind of beer. The mild comes out
at one hole, the bitter at the other.
You'll find this tip so useful that you'll
remember it all your life SO here
goes"
He attacked the barrel with the au,
CUR, making the hole in the lower part
of its face
Just stick your thumb in here whilst
1 make the other" Mr.. Pollock COM
piled, and he went on. THE beer which
comes out Of that hole will be mild"
he explained as he bored. land the beer
which comes out OF this one when I've
finished it will be bitter, very bitter"
he added, inaudibly. "Ah, there, it's
done. Just stick your thumb in this
one, then I'll show you"
Mr. Pollock hastily inserted his thumb
into the second hole, and with both
hands fully occupied waited for the mir
acle.
And now" said Mr. Twigg, allowing
his smile to broaden, I'm just 80 along
and catch my train. I've got f1ve min
utes and / can just do it, As | said,
you've done me well while I've been
here, and | think you'll admit that I've
done you well in return. Good morn
ing. Mild and bitter, remember, out OF
the same barrel Don't forget"
He ran lightly up the cellar stairs
and vanished into the stretch Of sun
light beyond them. Mr. Pollock, with
both thumbs stuck in the barrel, was
busy employing a somewhat slow brain
in calculation as to the choice between
the loSs Of his account and the loss Of
SO gallons Of beer. He had not solved
the problem by the time that Mr. Twigg
stepped out Of the little station on his
way to town.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
By GARRETT P. SERVIsS.

attractive, and merciless hunting has
almost driven them from the eastern
shores of the United States, as well as
from those of Western Europe and
the British Isles.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
The Fowler Story :: Weird Tale Complete

tn HE fowler's cottage stands at
the edge of the fields where the
estuary of the Whitewater
Joins the main, and if there be a more
desolate spot in the Lancashire coast
[ have yet to find it.
When l went down to the cottage
the other night the weather, for all
it's roughness, seemed likely to favor
fowIing. When 1 reached the fowler's
cottage l found its owner in strange
mood. He was walking rapidly from
kitchen to parlor, pausing every now
and again to open the kitchen door
and look out to seward.
I'm sorry we've come down." he re-
marked as 1 reached the door for l
can't come wi ye tonight"
why not?" I asked. Aren't you
well? There is nothing the matter
with wind or weather, and the tidel
bring a great many birds up"
That's right enough" he replied;
and there's nothin' 'XaCtly wrong Wi
me, but it is my unlucky night and
lussn't go out"
"'TWere three years ago last night,
he said; "chanced l were flight shoot
in and didn't have no luck what
someVer. There was a shower of
birds come out from the deCoy pond,
but blame me if they didn't keep out
Of range like. and I couldn't come
near them nohow. An as l walked
back long the sea wall a greet ole
owl came shrikkin' right past me, an
[ thought, mebbe, she were a witch,
an l counted she'd driven the birds
away from me; so / let fly and drop
ped her, and she were only an owl aft
sr all, for if so be she had been a
witch the shot couldn't have stopped
her. So 1 picked her up and carried
her home for to stuff, and l count that
were an unlucky thing to do. An
the very next night, three years ago
tonight, with the wind just as you
see II now, an the moon in most the
same quarter, l went out long the
saltings for to hide behind a knoll,
for reCkoned the duck were gettin
some shy Of the sea wall
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

gerly, seeing an opening for effective ar
gument. And what l want to know
Is, when that's going to be, for, you see,
supposing you was to stay here for
ever; then you wouldn't ever settle il.
Now as man to man, would your"
Mr. Twigg laughed
We'll, no. he admitted, pleasantly.
Since you put 1t that way l shouldn't.
But you needn't be afraid Very nice
place, this-pleasant, and quiet. and all
that, but not quite the spot for a per-
manent residence. As a matter of fact
| was thinking Of leaving this morning
There's train in about a half hour,
isn't there? And I've sent my trunks
up to the station"
"Oh, you have, have you?" said Mr.
Pollock, with a momentary suspicion
Then you and me can settle up before
you go-comfortable and pleasantlike. ."
Certainly" answered Mr.. Twigg
promptly. I've Just got 10 go upstairs
and pack the small handbag and then
I'll come down and settle up"
Very well, sir" said Mr. Pollock, be-
coming more respectful at the pros
pect of approaching payment you
can't say no fairer than that"
His Account.
He went into the bar to add up the
details of his account, putting on a few
dollars for luck. When Mr. Twigg de
scended he presented him with the bill
The fisherman put down his handbag
and thrust his hands into his trouser
pockets. as though to produce the neces-
sary coin. In the midst of the process
he paused and looked abstractedly at
the landlord.
You've treated me very WELL" he
said, 'and l shall recommend this place
to my friends. And in return. l can
show you tip that ought TO be use
full to man in your line of business.
II you'd like to know l can show you
a way to get two kinds Of beer out Of
one barrel"
Two kinds Of beer out Of one bar
rel?" said Mr., Pollock, staring why,
It can't be done"
Two kinds of beer" repeated Mr.
Twigg Mild and bitter"
We'll, II you can do that" said Mr.
Pollock. scratching his head, you're a
marvel"
IT'S perfectly easy when you know
how to do it," answered Mr. Twigg,
nonchalantly. 'T'H be glad to snow it
to you. You've got a barrel of beer
in the cellar, l suppose?"
Just got new one this morning"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

the bird world is worth great deal OF
attention, and that those who know
nothing about it are as ignorant of
some of natures greatest charms as
from another.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

THINGS went along quietly with Jennie for
i three or four weeks. She had paid the
$3.50 weekly installment on her clothes reg
uarly but she noticed everything was not quite
right at the office. Her former girl friend would
not speak to her and Jennie often noticed her wills
pering to the other girls, and then they would all
look at Jennie
. Jennie knew they talking about her, but
she could not find out what it was they said.
Usually in the office during the dull season.
they laid several of the girls off let them 90 en-
tirely but they always kept the best ones-the
ones that always did just little MORE than the
boss asked them to do.
Jennie had always been among these, for she
worked hard and kept her mind her work
that is she used to before she got the foolish ideas
about clothes and wanting to do like other girls
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81

attention to one of the most neglected
parts of everybody's education. The
man or woman who knows the birds Is
a rara avisC 'rare bird'D in these days,
and that, too. when so much is said of
the charms and wonders of natural
history. Even in the country, there
are only about half a dozen birds, such
as the robin, the bobolink. the barn
swallow. the bluebird and the sparrow,
that any person you meet can tell you
anything about. For most people birds
are only birds. Yet II you will read
such a book as old Gilbert Whites
Natural History of Selborne"-one Of
the most delightful books ever written
you will be quickly convinced that
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

she saw.
OF late Jennie had been thinking more of the
good times she had and wanted to have, than she
had of her work, and had made several mistakes
in her work, for which she called down" by
the boss
She felt and knew that the other girl doing
all she could to make Jennie lose her job and
what then Of the $3.50 weekly installment on her
clothes and also the remainder of her $500 a week
that badly needed at home.
Jennie had not seen the fellow since Tom met
them at the door going to the hotel and had re-
allied what a narrow escape she had when Tom
told her what awful place it was. One of the
girls told Jennie that the boss wanted to see her
and with a dryness In her throat and futtering
heart she went slowly toward the private office OF
the boss. HAL COFFMAN.
ITO be continued)
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
Talked Through His Nose.

From America comes the story of a
Scotsman who, while viewing a stat
ue Of George Washington, was ap-
preached by an interested American.
81 think you'll agree with me, sir,"
said the American. that he was
great and good man. A lie never
passed his lips"
"Weel." said the Scot. II suppose he
talked through his nose. like the rest
o. ye"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
Accepted.

Darling" whispered the ardent
sutton, Il lay my fortune at your
feet"
Your fortune?" replied she in sur
prise. 81 didn't know you had one"
We'll it isn't much Of a fortune
but it will look large beside those tiny
feet"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19


nothing about it are as ignorant of
some Of natures greatest charms as
are those who do not know one star
from another.
A Vacation Idea.
When you go into the country or
to the seashore for your vacation,
take a book on ornithology along,
and make acquaintance with the
many species of birds which you are
sure to see. Study them with an
opera glass and make photographs Of
them with your camera. Learn to
distinguish them from one another
not only by their plumage, but by
their songs, their calls, their manner
of flight, the character OF their nests
and the places that they most fire.
quent; watch their daily life and
habits; follow them through the fields
and into the forests-and don't shoot
them! You will find in this way that
new source of interest in the world
you live in has been opened for you.
One of the recollections of child
hood that 1 should most regret to
lose is that of the wonderful song
of a thrush that l used to hear at
shutdown, ringing across the fields
from some PARKWAY hidden place, the
sweetest sound l ever heard! l
would leave my play and stop to
listen in simple wonder. 1t was long
before 7 found out the name of the
bird that sang that marvellous even
ing song, which fascinated everyone
who listened to it, and never caught
sight Of the bird itself. and yet it
seems to me that l shall hear that
melody as long as the cells of mem
DRY transmit their Impressions!
And yet men endowed with the d.
vine gift of human intelligence muir
der birds by wholesale; murder them
for their plumage; murder them to
get new dainty for jaded appetites;
murder them, most horrible Of all, for
the more sake of killing; to see their
delicate feathers fly from the impact
of the shot, and their little bodies
drop mangIed upon the groundl And
this is eaIled-SPoRT!
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
THEY were openly counting!

"HEY were openly counting!
1t was in the Continental
train running down to Naples.
Smithson, clerk in a London shipping
office. on the most ambitious vacation
Of his life. was the chief spectator.
The tall. dark Italian who was talk
ing to the young couple in animated
style did not seem at all embarrassed
by their conduct
SmithsOn shifted in his corner seat
and tried not to look in their direc-
ton. But his glance repeatedly
strayed to the olive complexioned girl,
jet-haired, brilliant-eyed, whose ador-
er. as young and sun tinted as herself,
embraced her neck with his right arm,
and fondled her fingers with his other
hand
"Ah!"
Smithson had remembered he was
in Italy-the country OF romance. He
felt more at ease. To show his toler-
ance he would beg a match. Igno-
rance of Italian was nothing to a man
crossing the Continent to catch a Ger
man liner for the return Mediterra-
mean trip-all to be achieved in a
fortnight
After several genial glances at the
trio, which seemed to give great Of
tense, he took out his pipe, and, fixing
his eyes on the tall. dark man, he
pointed to his empty bowl and struck
an imaginary match on his trousers.
A direct insult could not have
caused a more startling outburst 1t
came like a gunshot-
"Insultel"
Bright Eyes.
less steady eye would have quail
ed beneath the Italians flashing gaze
But Smithson had noticed the curious,
bewitching fight in the orbs Of the
beautiful girl, which were directed
toward his face, and he replied grand
ly:
Not at ALT"
The dark man retorte1 with a tor
rent OF sentences.
Smithson might have used the sin
gle Italian word he knew, "apologia,"
but he recalled the advice given him
by an uncle at Dover: Nephew. II
you get into a vocal dilemma with a
foreigner, meet volubility with volu-
biltty-recite poetry, anything; but
don't falter. and, above all, gesticu-
Adlc anu SIllllS.
Sentence on sentence still stumbled
from the dark man. A look of soft
ness had come into the eyes of the
girl opposite. put she chung to her
lover as IL the little clerk was a bold
highwayman.
There was no longer any reassur-
ance in the beautiful girls face. When
the little clerk sought II she cringed
before his glance, and the tall man
moved to screen her from view.
The train slowed down slightly. Oc-
casionally the little clerk cast a fur
tive glance at the scenery flying by.
He could think only Of poetry as a
means OF stemming the others tide OF
wrath. He leaned back, and with the
smile Of seraph looked up at him
and begin in pathetic, pacifying tones:
An Experiment.
Il am out of humanity's reach,
/ must finish my journey alone
Never hear the sweet music of speech.
l start at the sound of my own"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
Mild and Bitter :: 4 Humorous Yarn

n n r. POLLOCK. the landlord OF the
MI Comfortable Gill;" sat at his
door looking out upon the
dusty road and the stretch of meadow
beyond and beyond that again at the
line of pollard willows which marked
the stream. He took from his pocket
large white handkerchief. upon which
crop of red spots had broken out
very much as though It had had the
measles. and wiped his forehead with
it, careless Of infection.
The morning was hot, and he had just
been engaged in severe physical exer-
ton, nothing less than the conveyance,
with the help Of the brewers men, OF a
thirty-six gallon barrel of ale into the
cellar. The feat had been safely ac-
complished, and he had cause for salts
faction Yet all was not well with him.
There was a slight frown upon his fore
head and a thoughtful expression in his
watery blue eyes as they roved across
the meadows to a spot by the stream,
where stood a figure of a man clad in
Norfolk jacket and knee breeches and
carrying a fishing rod Mr.. Pollock
eyed him thoughtfully, and scratched
his stubble on his chin-of which he had
two.
Been here three weeks" he NUT
tered, and I amt seen the color OF his
money yet Promises-yes Settle when
he goes! But then. he amt a-going-
and living on the fat of the land, too.
Not Overmuch baggage to speak of. OF
course, he may be a gentleman. Very
likely he is. But then. again, he maynt
be. No. It's no go. I'll have it out
with him this very morning"
He stiffened in his determination as
he saw the fisherman turn from the
stream and come toward him across the
meadows 1t was evident that the
mornings sport had not proved very sat
isfactory. AS he came nearer he re-
vealed himself as a slightly built man
with dark hair, narrow black eyes and
a humorous twist about the corners OF
his mouth. He greeted Mr.. Pollock
cheerfully, but the landlord. having
made up his mind to an unpleasant
duty. was not to be put off by bland
ishments.
He Speaks.
Morning, Mr.. TwiBg," he said alb
ruptly, in response to the tisherman's
greetings No luck, l suppose? One
can't do much when the sky's as bright
as It is. There's a small matter l was
wanting to speak to you about-that lit
tie account of mine"
He coughed and drew his stout form
a little more upright. Mr.. Twigg's dark
eyes rested upon him a moment and
then wandered away to the right. to
where the little country station stood,
neat and trim, amongst its fiowery
beds.
Il think 1 told you" he said. that
proposed to settle when I left"
Exactly" answered Mr.. Pollock ca
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
A Knowing Bird.

But they know their enemy and in
recent times they have chosen their
breeding places in spots almost mac
cessible to the hunters. Lately one of
their concealed breeding places has
been found on a lonely part of the
coast of Norfolk, England. and the
photographs were taken there by
hunters who had no other aim than to
increase our knowledge of the ways
and peculiarities of animals which, as
far is we know, have as good a right
to enjoy the gifts of nature as we
have
One interesting fact about this home
of English terms is that ii is believed
to be far older than the British EN-
pire, there being evidence that they
have inhabited it from a time anterior
to that of the arrival of the conquer
ing Normans
The story of the terms serves to call
Arizona republican., 1913-05-04
HERE'S OPPORTUNITY
 FOR ATTRACTIVE HOMES

Announcement is made in todays Republican of a new and interesting home making proposition, put forth by the office of Dwight B. Heard in con- nection with Los Olives. subdivid- ed'. which is a new re-subdiviSion as the name indicates, of that well-knoWn tract, Los Olives. The home making offer. however, applies to all the regu- lar large tracts in the west and south portions of the subdivision as well as to the new lots.
 ner of Los Olives were set aside some time ago for especial improvement and subdivision, and cement walks and curbs. city water. etc, have been in stalled preparatory to placing the prop erty on the market. The average size of the lots is about 100 by 290 feet, spacious enough to give proper set ting to a home with lawn, drive, etc, and still allow ample space for large home, orchard, garden and garage For such close-in property the prices are very reasonable. and now that the Heard office is offering to build homes to suit purchasers, and to finance the transaction on new and very attrac- tive terms, it is to be expected that there will be q very active demand for the property
Arizona republican., 1913-05-04
II WAS GOOD WEEK
 FOR IRWIN OFFICE
Many Sales Were Added to the Apr
 l:st

The J. L. Irwin real estate office added several more sales to their list for April early last week. For MT. Proctor they sold a tract of p acres in alfalfa south of the river for $175 per acre. This office alone sold real estate during the month of April amounting to the value of $100,000, consisting of business property, resi- dences and ranch lands. One house for 5000 was the smallest single item sold in the list from this office.
 Mir Irwin himself is improving one of the most beautiful pieces of des- ert land south of the river. It is now seeded to alfalfa and his new resi- dence, of two stories, is now nearly completed.