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The Washington herald., 1913-12-28

prizefghter, just from lifting mort
cages.
When Peaches and l finally reached
the Hawley mansion on the hill we
found there a scene of great excite
ment. Old and distant relations were
bustling up and down the stone steps,
talking in whispers; servants with
scared faces and popping eyes were
peeping around the corner of the hotse
and in the roadway in front of a Sob
birg automobile stood Uncle Gilbert
and Aunt Miranda. made up to look
like Two members of the Peary expe-
dition at the Pole.
After the formal greetings we were
soon put hep to the facts in the case.
You see. John" bubbled Aunt
Miranda, while pair of great green
goggles danced an accompaniment on
her nose, your Uncle Gilbert loaned
the money to a man to open a garage
in Hawleysville. But automobilists
never got any blow-outs or punctures
going through here because there isn't
saloon in the town, so the garage
failed and the man left town in an
awful hurry, and all your Uncle Gil
bert got for the money he loaned was
this car. We've been four years max
ing up our minds to buy one, and now
we have one whether we want it or
not"
"Fine!" 1 said. Going out for a
spin, Uncle Cilbert?"
Possibly" he answered, never TAX
ing his eyes off the man-killer in front
of him, which stood there trembling
with anger.
What car is it?' 1 inquired politely.
ITS a Seismic" Uncle Gilbert said.
"Oh, yes, of course; made by the
Earthquake Brothers in Powderville-
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who evidently fa.-ed to keep his VOW to
love and cherish?
1t was a pale, set-faced young man
tensely gripping his travelling bag who
alighted. He had fought the matter out
with himself and decided that the kindest
not add to her discontinue by a drama
tic scene.
Many passengers were getting OF
and on, and as his train was not due
for a couple of hours, Stephen waited
until the first confusion had passed be-
fore entering the station. By the time
the long overland train had steamed
away into the darkness he was alone
save for one other passenger. evidently
of the same mind about waiting. She
was looking around in a bewildered
way. AS she turned, and the light
from the station fell on her face he
saw, to his amazement, it was Avis.
why is It? What's the reason?
his quick mind questioned. Her face
looked strained and resolute, and her
big eyes were piteous.
Gently he spoke her name, SO as. not
to frighten her. But she started in
nervous terror. Then she realized who
1t was.
"oh. Stephen. Stephen" she half
what is it. Avis? Where is your
husband?"
My husband?"
The man you were with" he re.
turned grimly.
"Oh-my uncle?'
Your uncle?" It was his turn for
establishment.
why yes, Uncle Fred Sangster, Aunt
Mollie's husband She was with us
too, but the poor dear was terribly car
sick, and had to stay in her apartment
most of the time. What funny mis-
take"
They laughed. Then his face became
serious But your letter said 10
is past time set for your wedding
The tragic look returned to her face.
THE wedding did not come to pass,
nor will 1t ever. week before the
date set for our marriage I learned
some things by accident about the man
1 was to maryland I gave him back
his ring. That is all-except that its
my pride more than my heart that's
hurt. A position was offered me to
teach here in the Butte schools-an6
came"
He scarcely needed what she waS
saying. except that she was free.
Some cousins were to meet me here
but our train was so late-and they
aren't here
Full realization returned to Stephen
with a rush. I'll see. you safely to
their home. IL you'll allow me. I win
take care of you now-always, AvisT''
always Is q long time" che
laugheS
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THE ACID TEST
Copyright. lsl5.)
BY KATHERINE HoPsON.

Copyright, lsl3)
Stephen Miles sat stunned, while tht
letter fell unheeded from his fingers.
Il can't believe it-I can't" ht
| exclaimed over and over. Then ht
picked up Avis Cordons letter again
| and reread the last page:
Il hope what I'm going to say won't
hurt you, Stephen. We have been very
good friends, and I hope always shall
be, but this is probably the last letter
I shall ever write you, for 1 am going
to be married in October. My fiance is
a man 1 met this summer while visit
ing Uncle Alfred, in Denver. Robert
Harley is owner of a large silver mine
in the Tahoe Valley, and is a man OF
ability who inspires one with conf
dence."
At this last sentence Stephen WINGED
That's more than she could say OF me
But 1t wasn't because I didn't try to
make good" His mind went back over
the past, which seemed a series of mis-
fortunes, beginning with loss Of health
then position and prospects. And now
after two years OF fierce struggle he
had regained all three.
But on the eve OF success I have lost
my sweetheart" There was a wounded
boyish look In his gray eyes Il don't
wonder she grew tired of waiting-and
an OFFER from another man in settled
comfortable circumstances seemed at
tractive after the tales of discourage
ment which were all I had 10 give her
for SO long. But, oh. Avis! Avis! II
only you had held on a little longer. all
would have come right for usr'
For a long time he sat with head
bowed on his arm in thoughtful silence.
then he Strengthened up. We'll. it's a
blow must take like a man." Squaring
his shoulders he got out writing ma
terials and wrote-wrote in the grace
ful, kindly way which had always char
acterized him even in moments Of deep
est discouragement, and wished her all
good luck and happiness.
There was another moment of anguish
when he wrapped up her letters and
photograph to send back. They had
helped him over so many hard places.
'If / could only keep this" thought he,
as he looked at her picture.
In a way he was glad he did not know
the exact date of her welding. Yet each
day during the month Of October he
wondered II this were the one. He had
intended to return this fall to the old
home town in Ohio to visit his parents.
But he could not 60 now-not until Avis
was married and gone from there. He
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good car for the hills, especially COM
ing down." l volunteered. Know how
to run it,"
q guess so; l was always good
hand at machinery Uncle Gilbert
answered.
Don't you think you should have a
chauffeur" Peaches suggested.
"Chauffeurl Why" Uncle Gilbert
snapped back; what do l want with
one of those fellows sitting around,
eating me out of house and home?"
Now you know why he has so much
money.
We'll be back in a little while, |"
Aunt Miranda explained; lust make
yourselves at home, children"
Uncle Gilbert continued to eye the
car for another minute, then he turned
to me and said, want to try it, John p
nix, Uncle Gilbert protested.
What would the townspeople say?
You with a new motor car, afraid to
run it yourself, had to send to New
York for your nephew-nixl Where's
your family pride?"
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HE SHOWS UNCLE HOW TORUN AUTO

ferent in the presence of danger" NUT
tered Uncle Gilbert as they rushed
madly into the bosom of a flock of
COWS.
But luck was with them, for with a
turn of the wrist Uncle Gilbert jumped
the machine across the road, and all he
could feel was the sharp swish of an
old cows tail across his cheek as they
rushed on and out of that animals life
forever.
Aunt Miranda tried to be brave and
to chat pleasantly. How is Wall
Street these days?" she asked, and just
then the machine struck a stone and
she went up in the air.
Unsettled" answered Uncle Gilbert,
when she got back, and then there was
an embarrassing silence.
To try to hold a polite conversation
on a motor car in full flight is very
much like trying to repeat the Dec
laraton OF independence while falling
from a seventh-story window.
Then, all of sudden, the machine
struck a chord in G and started for
Newfoundland at the rate of 100000
miles a minute
Aunt Miranda threw her arms around
Uncle Gilbert's neck; he threw his
neck around the lever, the lever threw
him over, and they both threw a fit.
Down the road ahead of them a
man and his wife were quarreling.
They were so much in earnest that
they did not hear the machine sneak
ing swiftly up on rubber shoes.
As the Benzine Buggy was about
to fall upon the quarreling man and
wife Uncle Gilbert squeezed a couple
of hoarse 'toot tootsp from the horn,
whereupon the woman in the road
threw up both hands and leaped for
the man. The man threw up both feet
and leaped for the fence.
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LEONE AND
THE OMELET
By JUNE GAHAN.
.- TnNpN

Leone Nawned and wandered once more
around the big studio, where there was
a fascinating clutter of easels and paint
tubes. sheaves of brushes in ancient pot
terv lars portfolios spilling their con-
tents in dusty corners, cabinets or curlos
from every corner of the world, ana
the melancholy assemblage of Jim's un-
sold pictures,
.sTF moor Jim's bread and butter de-
nended upon the sale of his pictures
the dear boy would have to sharpen his
teeth on crusts"' giggled Leone as she
,,icked I'D her ermine stole and muff.
II suppose he is dashing around in that
nerye-racking car while L am waiting
here for him-probably forgotten that lie
invited me to dine with him. Heigh-no'
for the particular form of lunacy some
neople call 'eccentricities Of genius
She went to the front window and
looked down into the street The
limousine had disappeared. Henri had
followed her instructions to return home
at once.
The room was rapidly growing dark,
and Leone lighted a lamp and sat down
at the table to write few caustic lines
TO her most forgetful brother.
"Therer' she murmured as her little
fist won't forget that lecture very soon,
You won't forget that lecture very soo1,
Master Jim!'
A moment later she had extinguished
the lamp and was groping toward the
door. 1t resisted all her efforts to open
it. The knob simply refused to turn. She
pounded on the door in the vain hope Of
attracting the attention of some other
tenant of the building. She remembered
with a tremor Of fear that Jim had said
the other tenant of the top floor had gone
abroad, that there was no telephone in
the studio and its position on the fifth
floor of the old-fashioned building made
it almost impossible for her to summon
help without attracting undesirable at
tention.
There was no fire escape and the great
windows in the slant Of the roof did not
offer hope If escape. There was no pos
sibility of Jim missing her for hours and
he would only seek the studio after he
had been home and had been reminded
of the dinner engagement This was
the second time he had forgotten her. 1t
would be the last
He won't have another opportunity"
half sobbed Leone as she leaned drearily
against the window that looked out on the
fat roof of the building next door. 1t
was an older building and Leone knew
it as Q place pigeon-holed with the tiny
ktuTH-~ of impecunious painters and art
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students Jim had started there, but
had moved into the more pretentious
building next door when it was opened.
II believe I could get down there: The
daring thought came to Leone as she
looked down at the roof below. 1t was a
drop of twelve feet, but Leone Colson
was like a cat on her feet and quite fear
less.
| She pushed the window wide open, Sc
Iected a sofa pillow from the heap on
the couch, tossed it to the roof below,
gathered her trim skirts about her little
i feet, sat on the sill, slipped to the wide
coping below and from there jumped to-
! ward the light patch that represented the
pillow.
The moon peered over the roof of the
taller building and saw Leone struggle to
her feet. She was gasping for breath and
she felt bruised and beaten as she picked
up her scattered belongings-stole and
mum and handbag, and as many of her
amber hat pins as the moonlight re-
| vealed.
SILLY idiot" muttered Leone, limping
toward a skylight which showed a yellow
patch of light. How do know whether
I any one will let me into the building?
My story sounds incredible-but-ahT'
She peered down into the room beneath.
1t was a small room and meanly fur
A
convertible couch bed. q table, a few
| chairs, bookcases, and some painting par
aphernalia- The canvasses were turned
face to the wall.
A young man, gaunt of frame, grim of
countenance, was cooking something over
a small gas stove. Presently he came and
laid a table for one person. 1t was q
meager meal when It was set forth-a pot
of coffee, half loaf Of rather dry-looking
bread, and a most appetizing omelet hot
from the pan.
At that moment, when the young man
was about to sit down to the meal-and
somehow Leone knew that he was hungry
for it-she arose with the intention of
finding some stairway that would lead
into the building. The sight of the appe-
tizing meal had made her hungry.
As she turned away her heavy gold
mesh bag slipped from her careless grasp,
struck the glass skylight and disappeared
from her startled sight.
From below came the sound Of a crash
ing Of china and a surprised shout. Two
minutes later a door burst open and the
gaunt young man. excited and wrsthfuI
appeared on the roof.
Leone hurried toward him.
II am SO sorry, 'she tried to explain;
but was trying to find the way down
and I dropped my bag and"
You spoiled perfectly good omeletp
he interrupted tragically. Worse luck,
too-the last egg had" Then, with a
closer look at her, his tone changed to
one of astonishment What under the
sun are you doing up hsreI"
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"Of course not" agreed Leone soberly
They became better acquainted as tht
moments few while they waited for tbs
taxi-cab summoned by the artist. He
told Leone that his name was Loomis-
Carl Loomis-and she was started Al
the vague familiarity of t OF course ht
was one of Jim's friendsi
"I am sure that / have heard my
brother Jim mention your name" she
told him.
VERY likely. We were classmates"
Leone hlushed hotiy because of the
thrill of delight she felt. If he was one
of Jim.s friends, she would meet him
again.
The taxi-cab came and Mr.. Loomis
tucked Leone inside, handed her the gold
bag, held her hand in his big one for d
brief instant, and then watched the ma
chine bear her from his wistful sight.
In the Colson mansion, James Colson
ir., was plunging into his overcoat in
remorseful search for his pretty sister.
He had entirely forgotten his dinner en-
gagement with Leone until long after
the appointed time; then he had ar
rived home to discover that no one had
seen Leone and no one knew where she
was.
When Leone came limping into the
house it was to fall into Jim's arms. In
the warm library. where her father AMI
mother had taken anxious refuge during
Jim's absence Leone told her amazing
story and tossed the sofa pillow at her
brother.
'sLoomis-Carl Loomis? Well, I should
say 1 did know him. Best chap In the
world. Didn't ever tell you about the
agreement he made with his father? You
know old Loomis is rolling in money
could buy the governor out several
times, couldn't he, sir?'@ grinned Jim.
Mr., Colson smiled indulgently and
passed a hand over Leone's bright hair.
'Is he the youngster who wanted to
be an artist and his, father told him II
he could support himself for one year
by his pen and brush he would pettle
a hundred thousand dollars on him and
send him abroad to studyT'
THAT'S Carl Loomis,s exclaimed Jim.
.IIe told me the other day that the year
would be up next week-said he had
been on the ragged edge of starvation
half the time but he had worried
through. Carl said he'd been cooking
for himself when funds were low and
that he'd grown sick to death of eggs"
Leone laughed softly and her eyes were
verv bright, but she made no mention of
the frugal meal or of the omelet she
had ruined. She would never forget
I.oonis' angry dismay at thS catastrophe.
Six months later when Carl Loomis
asked Leone to marry him and go to
Paris for a year or 30, she turned a rosy
face to his:
'T can make delicious omefet." she
whispered
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(Copyrisht. lsI3)

NAY! did you ever have to leave
- the soothing influence of your
~ own rattling radiators in the
Big City and go romping off to a rich
relations for the Christmas weekend
Well, don't do it, if you can help
it, and if you can't help it get back
home as soon as possible.
When Uncle Gilbert Hawley sent US
an invitation TO run up to Hawleysville
for a day or two looked at Peaches
and she looked at me-then we both
looked out OF the window.
We knew what a wildly hilarious
time we'd have splashing out small
talk to the collection of human bric-a-
brac always to be found at Uncle Gil
berfs, but what is one going to do
when the richest old gink in the fam
lily waves beckoning arm?
I'll tell you what one is going TO do
one is going to take to ones O'Sul-
livan's, beat it rapidly to a choo-choo,
and float into Uncle Gilbert's presence
with business of being tickled to death
that's what one is going to do.
You know Nature has a few i'm
mutable laws and one is that even rich
old uncle must in the full course of time
pass on and leave nephews and nieces.
Leave them what? All, that's it!
Where's that timetable?
Hawleysville is abou: forty miles
away on the P. D. & O., and it is some
burg. Uncle Gilbert wrote it all him.
self.
Uncle Gilbert has nearly all the
money there is in the world. Every
time he signs a check a national bank
goes out of existence. He tried to
count it all once, but he sprained his
wrists and had to stop.
On the level. when he goes into
bank all the government bonds get up
and yell. Hello, Papa"
When he cuts coupons it's like a
sheep shearing.
He has muscles all over him, like
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Leone held her head haughtily She
| was hungry and she was near to tears
Her ankle hurt-she believed that she
had sprained it, and he was so very
| angry.
AS for the man. he stared back at heI
with increasing surprise. One does not
| expect to find on the roof of a studio
| building at s p. m. a beautiful girl, clad
| in silk and velvet and furs, with golden
hair tumbling from under an ermine tur-
| ban and a sofa pillow clutched to her
| breast.
Il am Miss Colson," said Leone cooIly.
| Il was locked in my brothers studio and
1 didn't want to wait-so jumped down
here"
The man glanced up at the open win
| dow in Jim Colson's workshop. You
jumped from there?" he asked incredu-
lously, and as she nodded, he added
quickly: You are hurt-wait a moment
and will fetch you a cup of coffee-then,
perhaps you will let me carry you down.
stairs
Leone promptly sat down on the sofa
pillow and sobbed while her rescuer dis
appeared.
Il hope you will pardon my rudeness," t"
he said when she had finished the cup
of hot coffee and could smile at him;
but. you see, when a chaps up against
1.-THE last egg and the end Of the loaf
n can a whole lott Oh, there'll be plenty
! more tomorrow" he went on hastily as
pitiful little cry escaped her, "only it
was inconverient, you know. I'll run out
and get a bite to eat by and by"
Leone smiled again but a wave of pity
swept over her heart for she felt very
sure that his light tone covered heavy
heartedness and that he would go to bed
supperiess now that she had ruined his
omelet
But there was nothing she could say
or do to mitigate the circumstances; al
though the gold mesh bag was crammed
with money, she could not offer il to
this perfectly fierce looking man whose
supper she had spoiled. ---.
Leone would not let him carry her down
stairs, but she leaned on his arm, and
as they made slow progress down four
flights of stairs to the street he told her
something about himself.
1t seemed that he was an illustrator;
he had turned out some fair stuff, he
told her modestly, but progress had been
slow. While he was awaiting the pay
ment fo- some magazine sketches he was
illustrating advertisements.
Shocking, isn't it?' he laughed.
"I think it's splendid!' cried Leone.
why, 1 always look at the advertising
sections of the magazines the very first
thing"
IT am encouraged" he cried almost
gaily; some of them pay very we'll
but you know, II isn't the sort Of stun
] really want to turn out.
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1913-11-13
MAN HE WAS LOOKING FOR
Mr.. Outlets Could Give Steady Job to
Applicant With Such Quail
ification.

Mr.. Underdone Outlets, proprietor
of the Speedy cafe, was VIGOROUSLY
hard-hearted The most weeping
widow who ever graced melodrama
couldn't have wept a slice of stale
bread out of his restaurant without
the price. So, when a pale and timor-
Gus bum approached the desk and
made a faltering appeal, it was no
surprise to the lunch fiends to hear a
curt Nothing doing Beat it," I'm
not a beggar," retorted the hungry
man. I'm willing to scrub floors or
wash dishes. I'm just out OF prison
and nobody will give me work I'm
starving The proprietor portrayed
a faint interest. What were you in
for?" he asked idly. III tell you the
TRUTH" explained the ex-convict. Il
was a kind of counterfeiter. / used
to take 500 bill and split it in two
with a razor. Then, I'd paste the
halves together, so I'd have two GEN.
turtles, if the sucker didn't look on
both sides 1t took EN- five years to
catch me" Mr.. Outlets beckoned the
ex-prisoner behind the bar. Order
what you like on the house." he whis-
pered. I've got a steady job for
you. I'll give you thirty a week to
slice the ham for my sandwiches. -
Lippincott's.
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1913-11-13

to the Mexican wild turkey, which
was domesticated in Mexico at the
time of the conquest, the Virginian
advocates the crossing of the native
turkey with the wild Mexican bird.
Finding a couple of wild turkey
eggs last summer, and upon exam
ination finding they would soon hatch
out, he placed them in a basket over
an electric globe which hung in his
room, the globe being of ordinary
16-candlepower. The bottom OF the
basket was protected by a piece OF
cardboard; over this was placed a
small piece of flannel The eggs were
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1913-11-13
Examinations In Michigan cities.

Washington.-The last examination
before appointments are made for the
Philippine service is announced by
the United States civil service COM
mission, Dec. 3O-31, in various cities
throughout the United States. In
Michigan the examinations will be
held in Ann Arbor, Detroit, Grand
Rapids, Lansing, Manistee, Marquette,
Saginaw, Sault Ste. Marie and Ira
verse City. From the eligible list thus
secured, appointments will be made
during the coming spring for service
in the Philippine Islands beginning
with the opening of the next school
year Positions open through these
examinations are those in. the teach
ing of home economics, manual train
ing, high school science, mathematics
English, history and also supervisors
of school districts.
The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1913-11-13
FAMOUS TRIAL is ENDED AND
BElLIss is ACQUITTED
BY JURY.
EYES OF WORLD ON KEW oW-
ING TO RELIGIOUS ASPECT.
Most Noted Criminal Case Since the
Trial of Dreyfuss in France.
Defendant and other Jews
Are Guarded.

Kiev, RUSSIA verdict OF not gull
ty was returned in the famous trial
of Mendel Beiliss, the Jewish clerk
accused of slashing to death Andrew
Pushinsky, Christian boy, for sac
rificial purposes in 1911.
Threats against the life OF the de-
PENDANT impelled his counsel to ask
that a guard be provided for him.
Jewish residents kept to their homes,
being subjected to taunts and threats
of personal injury if they ventured
into the streets.
The excitement was greater than
that known in Kiev since the masa-
cres nearly 10 years ago.
The trial of Mendel Beiliss, which
began October 8, aroused greater in
terest throughout the world than any
other criminal trial since the Drey-
fuss case in France.
Although intrinsically only an ordi-
nary criminal case, the Kiev trial
held the attention of the civilized
world because of the religious and
racial elements injected into it by the
Russian government.