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ened at the thought of what would hap
pen later to those green pebbles.
Beyond grew the cherries, juicy now
and pink. Between the two ran high
hedge of Usage orange, his father. now
dead. had planted Though as a hedge
it served only one purpose. to concea
summer resorters. Henry had not We,
gone to the bother of tearing it up. He
peered through a gap. He saw the fla,
top of a straw hat. 1t was the same that
was right where the cherries hung thick
est.
Henry fired. In Justice it may be
said that he aimed at a branch six
inches above the hat. 1t was unfortunate
that the wearer Of the hat should have
heavily laden branch There was a
feminine scream. Then Henry saw a
small white hand culver in the air. He
jumped through the hedge
Il didn't mean to shoot your he ex-
claimed. He could see the red stain on
one finger.
Then why are you shooting? Ora
cious! The idea that a person can't eat
few cherries without being shot atr'
With relief Henry saw that the red
stain was bit Of cherry pulp. Then
he realized the impudence of her words
People" he said. significantly. "can
eat their own cherries without being dis
turbed. That is-unless some one eats
them first. Would you mind he finished
sarcastically, leaving us a pint or so to
can for winter?"
She lifted the masculine hat that she
had evidently borrowed and drew he,
handkerchief over her forehead 1t haG
been perspiring work. reaching up fol
the fruit. Henry gazed sourly at her
She was one of the loathed tribe. Pretty
of course. They We're either ektrava.
gantly pretty or frightfully, home!y He
didn't know why, but he had never seer
a summer resorter of average appear
ance. This one had red-yeilow hair anG
a delicate, oval face, with big brown
eyes. Her stockings were outrageousls
sheer: her shoes were French-heeled
her hands were as white as the cherry
blossoms had been.
Henry Bodey wriggled. They were c
dishonest set, but they had the knacl
generally of making him feel all fee
and elbows. And this one
Are these your cherries?" she asked
disdainfully.
YES" sullenly.
you might have killed me- she said
1--WE eaten about" she paused while
she put four in her mouth and pressed
them between her red lips till the seeds
bulged through the crimson SkinS-''abou
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Nothing can quite equal honey in Bus
ter's mind. But next to honey. give
him berries. He isn't particular what
kind of berries. Raspberries, blackber-
ries or blueberries, either kind will
make him perfectly happy.
''Um-m-m. my, my. but. these are
good-' he mumbled in his deep grum-
bly-rumbly voice as he sat on his
launches stripping off the berries
greedily. His little eyes twinkled with
If now and then he got leaves and some
green berries in his mouth with the
big. ripe berries. He didn't try to get
them out. oh, .my, no! He just
chomped them all up together and pat
ted his stomach from sheer delight.
Now Buster had reached the Old Pas
ture just as jolly. round, red Mr.. Sun
had crept out of bed, and he had fully
made up his mind that he would be
bach in the Green Forest before Mr.
Sun had climbed very far up in the
blue. blue sky. You see, big as he is.
and strong as he is, Buster Bear is
very shy and bashful, and he has no
desire to meet Farmer Brown or Farm
er Browns Boy, or any other of these
two-legged creatures called men. 1t
seems funny, but he actually is afraid
of them. And he had a feeling that he
was a great deal more likely to meet
one of them in the Old Pasture than
deep in the Green Forest.
So when he started to look for ber-
ries he made up his mind that he
would eat what he could in great
hurry and get back to the Green For
est before Farmer Browns Boy was
more than out of bed. But when he
found those berries he was SO hungry
Buster straightaway forgot his fears
and everything else. They tasted so
good that he just had to eat ami eat
and eat Now you know that Buster
is IA very big fellow. and it takes a
lot to fill him up. He kept eating and
eating and the more he ate the more
he wanted. You know how it is So
he wandered from one patch of ber-
ries to another in the Old Pasture, and
never once thought of the time. Some
how time is the hardest thing in the
world to remember when you are en-
joying something.
Jolly, round, red Mr.. Sun climbed
higher and higher in the blue blue
world and saw all that was going on
Ele saw Buster Bear in. the Old Pas
ture and his smile grew broader than
ever as he saw what a perfectly glori-
Gus time Buster was having. And he
saw something else in the Old Pasture
that made his smile still broader He
saw Farmer Browns boy filling a great
tin pail with blueberries. and he knew
that he didn't know that Buster Bear
was anywhere about. And Mr. Sun
knew that Buster Bear didn't know
that Farmer Browns Boy was any
where about. and somehow he felt very
sure that he would see something
funny happen If they should happen TO
meet.
''Um-m-m. um-m-m." mumbled Bus
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THE EVENING STORY.
SUMMER RES0RIERs.
Copyright. 1914, by W. wener.)


When his mother, stout and painting.
scolded her way into the house from
the barn and reported that she had
found only six eggs instead of the usual
thirty-five. and further reported that she
had seen two white-trousered guests
from the Pleasant Hotel streakins
through the orchard. Henry Bodey said
not a word, but grimly went UP to the
attic and got an old but well oiled shot
gun.
Now. Henry, you can't do anything
foolish his mother protested, putting
the eggs away and getting out a pan
of peas to shell for supper.
I'm not going to-" he declared. 1--WE
stood these pesky summer resorters just
as long as 1 intend to. Last summer the
Lake House people cleaned us of cher
RES And then the cottagers scooped
the early peach orchard bare. That is,
all they didn't scoop rotte from being
handledv
Maybe we'd better sell the place and
move away suggested his less tempest
when there wasn't 9 cottage nor sum-
mer hotel within forty miles. And your
fruit was as safer' She sighed dolefully
as she looked out at the wide stretch OF
green fields, trees and bushes. with here
touch of red where the cherries were
ripening and there touch of pink where
a belated apple blossom still hung. Her
sigh further inflamed her son, although
she hadn't intended it to do SO. He
shouldered the gun.
We're not going to move" ne said
decisively. Were not going to be driven
away"
Now, Henry placidly, you know
you can't shoot anybody! You'd be
arrested
"Shan't shoot en- he said, with a
grin. I'm just scare EN-! Say. I've
plastered this farm with No trespass-
ing signs. and yesterday l saw tall,
lean blond with white shoes and red
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Buster Bear Has a Fine Time.

Buster Bear was having the finest
time he had had since he came down
from the Great Woods to live in the
Green Forest To be sure he wasn't
in the Green Forest now, but he wasn't
far from it, He was in the Old Pasture,
one edge of which touches one edge OF
the Green Forest. And where do you
think he was in the Old Pasture? Why.
right in the middle of the biggest patch
of the biggest blueberries he ever had
seen in all his life, Now, if there is
any one thing that Buster Bear had
rather have than another, it is all the
berries he can eat. unless it, be honey.
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NJ D., director, bureau Of foods,
sanitation and health. Good House
keeping Mazagine. Arranged by
Anne Lewis Pierce, NJ. s., formerly
editor. bureau of chemistry, =: >.
Department of Agriculture. New
York; Hearsts International Library
Company.
THE MAN OF THE DESERT. BY Grace
Livingston Hill Lutz, author of
Marcia SCHUYLER" etc. illustrated.
New York: Fleming IL. Reveli
Company.
THE CALL OF THE EasT-A Romance
Illustrated. New York: Fleming
H. Revell Company.
THE RIVERSIDE LITERATURE Sc
Edited by Claude NJ. Fuess. PHI. D..
instructor in English, Phillips
Academy, Andover, Mass. Boston
Houghton- Mifflin Company.
CAPT. DESMOND, v. &. BY Maud
Diver author of The Great ANU
let" etc. Revised edition. in large
part rewritten. New York: G. p.
Putnam's Sons.
THE GREAT AMULET. BY Maud
Diver author of The Hero of
Herat," etc. Revised edition. New
York: G. ?. Putnam's Sons.
THE PHILOSOPHY OF RADIO &C
TIvITY: Or Sclective Involution
BY Eugene Coleman Savidge, mem
Der New York Academy of Medicine.
etc. New York: William r. Jen-
kins Company.
THE PASSING OF THE FOURTEEN
Life, Love and War Among the
Brigands md GuerriIlas of Mexico.
BY Ransom Sutton. New York: The
Devin-Adair Company.
THE DEMOCRATIC RHINE-MAID-A
novel. BY Franklin Kent Clifford
author of "Aphrodite." etc. New
York: The Devin-Adair Company.
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legged to call herself after him who de.
fed the lightnings bolt. but Nevada had
no share in the naming OF Mrs Ajax OF
this story-otherwise, MRS. boggs
Her title was already acquired when
as the champion strong woman of 9
stranded circus. she and her fellow-vic-
tins find a friend in Dick Holly. rich
miner. and a home at his Mormon-irri.
gated ranch. Romance. humor and a
trail of exciting adventure involved in
the recovery of stolen mine. change
Dick from a rather lonely bachelor to-
hut that would be telling the story. And
for contrasts to the local coloring of the
Mot is added the family of New York
millionaire. one elephant and a box OF
snakes.
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author of Marcus Holbeach's
Daughter" illustrated by D. c..
Hutchinson. New York: D. Appleton
& Co.
HABIT. BY william James. New
York: Henry Holt & Co.
THE LITTLE RED CHIMNEY-BeinR
the Love Story of q Candy Man. By
Mary Finley Leonard illustrations
in silhouette by Katharine Casa
way. New York: Duffield & Co.
THE GILDED CHRYsALIs. A novel
By Gertrude Pahlow. New York:
Duffield & Co.
THE BAILEY TWINS-And the Rest
of the Family. BY Anna c. Cham
berlain. Illustrated by Elizabeth
Otis Dunn. Boston: Lothrop. Lee &
Shepard Company.
DIR. LLEWELLYN AND HIS FRIENDS.
BY Caroline Abbott Stanley, author
of The Keeper of the Vineyard
etc. Illustrated. New York: Flem-
ing H. Revell Company.
WHITE DAWN-A Legend of Ticon-
of "The Sword of Dundee" etc. IL
Illustrated. New York: Fleming H.
Revell Company.
A PLEA FUR SHAhESfEAHr1 aND
WHITMAN Some Findings for
Persons Who Like to DO Their Own
Thinking. By William Timothy
Call BROOKLYN: Published by the
author.
THE REFORMATION OF JIMMY: and
Some Others. BY Henriette Eugene
Delamare. Illustrated by. +. Liley
Young Boston: .Lothrop. Lee O.
Shepard Company.
ONE THOUSAND AND ONE TESTS
OF Foods, Beverages and Toilet Ac-
cessOries, Good and Otherwfse. Why
They are So. By Harvey w. Wiley,
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martial spirit of the Germans
is displayed nowhere in the empire
more than in Heidelberg, famous

THE martial spirit of the Germans
is displayed nowhere in the empire
more than in Heidelberg, famous
for the oldest university. and in no less
degree for the ruins of the ancient castle
more picturesque than any of the castles
of the Rhine. From the moment the
tourist enters this town and sees students
with faces SCARED by sword thrusts, all
spelling for a fight. and the regular sol
diers lettering about the streets, until he
leaves. the intense military spirit of the
place is impressed upon him. The rule
of the war lord is seen everywhere, and
his spirit seems to permeate all classes
down to the lowest.
Mars seems to have picked Heidelberg
as favored spot. 1t vas the scene of
bloody encounters in the time of Charlie
magne. and in more recent times during
the great religious wars in Europe in the
middle ages it was bombarded by and
taken by the imperial leader lilly, "a
general in a monks garb.' and given
over to a three-day piiage. To the tour
lists of last summer and what must now be
called the ''ante-bellum" years, the town
fairly bristled with soldiery. although
the empire was at peace. So, through
the stamp of the military
The most striking feature of the stu
dent life is their habit Of dueltng, evil
denced by the deep and artistic" scars
ornamenting the faces of nearly all OF
them. The more numerous and the deep
err these marks are the prouder is the
etr nd for thrown fhe
chest of the happy possessor. One can
visit the university. a very plain. COM
monplaee building; walk through dark
corridors and see dusty old volumes con-
tanning the lore of the ages, and be
bored to distraction. But Il tip of few
pfennigs to q doorkeeper. who speaks
broken English and is accustomed To
the ways of tourists, will serve as the
"open sesame" to the lore OF student
life, including their custom OF cutting
one another's faces up. and the ooreo
visitor will begin to take interest lmme-
diately.
The dueling ground is on the other side
of the river, he tells you, across the ola
bridge which spans the Neckar- Ihere'
within view of the old schioss or castle,
which rises sheer 500 feet above the
historic river perched on a spur of the
Konigsstuhl are fought the battles OF
the German youths. A low frame build
ing, which was an inn, is the scene of the
bloody encounters. Doctors are always
in attendance at these functions. When
honor has been satisfied and blood is
pouring from half dozen wounds on the
head and face of each contestant their
work begins The flow of blood is stop
ped and court plasters are stuck on the
gashes so that often only space is left
for them to see through If the visitor
is not fortunate enough to be able 10
witness one of these affairs, photographs
are obtainable showing numerous gashes
all over the head and face. causing the
duelist to be disfigured for life
Just as the American youth strives to
win laurels on the foot ball field, SO does
the German fight to win his spurs and
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west, from which the most of bis novels
have been drawn, he sets this one in
England and then moves it, for adven-
lures sake. to West Africa. The quest
of gold region gives the story impulse.
The fact that this quest leads into the
land of the 'leopards,'' league of saw
age negro magicians whose boast has
been that no white man ever lived to
leave their country, furnishes the source
of the exciting hazards with which the
tale is so bountifully supplied. some
what lack-luster love story goes along
with the sturdier stuff of robust adven-
ture. One finds himself in possession OF
the feeling at the close of this reading
that it would have been better for Mr..
Bindloss, and incidentally for his readers.
had he sought again in the northwest.
where he Is so much at home-so COM
pellingly and Interestingly at home-for a
new romance. instead of wandering off
into fields that are so unfamiliar as to
seem unreal.
ESSAYS. BY Alice Meyneu New
York: Charles Scribner's Sons.
On the principle that the brain is never
at rest, it is probable that most readers
have had more or less definite thoughts
which this author has harnessed into
print To read each essay is to feel:
why, that is just the way I think''-
about the rain. or the clouds. flowers.
stars. Sleep laughter and other fancies
which she has caught in the net of liter
airy cleverness: each an old friend. CARRIED
in a new and attractive dress. While
most of these essays have been selected
from previously published volumes, 1.-THE
Seventeenth Century, "Prue" Mrs.
Johnson and Madame Roland" are here
for the first time put into book.
THE DESERT AND MRS. AJAX, BY
Edward Moffat. Illustrated. New
York: Moffat, Yard & Co.
1t would seem that any heroine who
braves life on the desert might feel privi-
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ter Bear with his mouth full, as he
moved along to another patch of ber-
ries And then he gave a little gasp
of sheer surprise and delight. Right
in front of him was shiny thing just
full of the finest, biggest. bluest ber-
ries, There We're no leaves or green
ones there. Buster blinked his greedy
little eyes rapidly and looked again.
No. he wasn't dreaming. They were
real berries. and all he had to do was
to help himself. Buster looked sharp
ly at the shiny thing that held the ber-
ries. 1t seemed perfectly harmless.
it gently. 1t tipped over and spilled
out a lot of the berries. Yes, it was
perfectly harmless. Buster gave
little sigh of pure happiness. He would
eat those berries to the last one, and
then he would go home to the Green
Forest.
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An Immense Helm.

THE Duchess of Marlborough, at a tea
in Newport praised the toilets of a
Baltimore girl.
"She dresses exquisitely." said the
duchess. who, dressing exquisitely her
self, is an admirable Judge. aHer hats.
her shoes. her coiffure-it's all exquisite
And l like to see her take such pains
with her appearance" the duchess added
Tt is wise. For girl can't help her
looks. but her looks can help her"
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Lord Douglas and these friends. not at
all was 1t between, him and Wilde. And
one cannot help feeling that he would
have been a bigger man and more
convincing one If he had not written this
puny-minded book AS it stands, the
place is that he endured the friendship
from which he suffered so much.
THE BIRD-STORE MAN. BY Norman
Duncan. author of Doctor Luke OF
the Labrador" etc. illustrated by
C. H. Taffs. New York: Fleming H.
Revell Company.
A dog. little girl and 1.-THE bird-store
man" make up the happy trio upon which
this story depends for its signal appeal
and charm. 1t is Of a piece with Dickens
himself this story. Simple throughout,
like SO much of Dickens work, 1t laughs
and cries by turns, is grave and gay to-
gether. whimsical. delicate, warm and
human. The author calls it IAN old
fashioned story''-perhaps because it is
SO simple. so kind. SO devoted TO all the
lovely little things that cost no one any
thing. but that make all the difference
between happiness and sorrow. A charm
ingly delicate and touching thing.
THE RAGGED TROUSERED PHIL
ANTHROPIST. BY Robert Tressall
New York: Frederick A. Stokes
Company.
Robert Tressall. author of this piece of
perfect realism. was a house and sign
painter. THE Ragged-Trousered Philan-
thropist" proves that he was infinitely
more. Working day by day with his fell
lows-carpenters, plasterers, paperhang-
ers, the whole whatnot of the building
trade-he gathered up and set down in
complete fidelity the drama of the labor
er's life. The talk of these workingmen,
their points of view. their notions of
those above them and those below them.
their ideas about politics. about socialism
and the other specifics for the disease of
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didn't know if 1 wanted to sell them"'
She would jeer at him. He eyed her
maliciously. Look up the law" he
said.
Il will. And I'll have you arrested for
shooting at mel
You can't. You're on my land-with-
out a right
You should have signs"
He pointed grimly at one ''Trespassers
Prosecutor Then at second. then at
two more. She wriggled uneasily on one
pretty, smartly shod toe. OF a sudden
Henry tired of the argument. He wished
that he. too, were a summer resorter to
go about unconcernedly, eating, idling.
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NEWSBOYS AND EXTRA EDITIONS

But the issuance of all extras brings
about the same situation. Boy psy-
chology more than any prearranged
system is responsible for the mobiliza-
ton of several score of newsies within
a few minutes. The one word extra"
seems to fly on the wings of light. 1t
penetrates alleys, streets, sails over
parks, pauses at corners. and wherever
it flies a group of small news distrib-
uters come whooping toward the office
in answer to the call.
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der checks than looked natural lean
ing against a sign while she pulled down
cherries with her parasol. When I ask
ed her why she didn't buy some she
sassed: I don't know you, young man.
And the other evening an impudent
boy in white flannel trousers and pur-
pie necktie deliberately reached in the
yard and picked my last moss rose, with
me on the porch looking right at him.
plaintvely replied the mother. But
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| spirit of generosity required each boy to
! impart his knowledge to every other boy.
Before the presses had started a crowd
| of several hundred boys had gathered
before the 18th street entrance. Yell
| ing. cat-calling, shouting to each other,
| they waited for the extras to be turned
over to them. From every direction came
/ other boys. The crowd was a compact
mass.
| One little fellow was asked how he
came to know about the extra.
''Follered the crowd" he explained.
| Il didn't know if it was a fire or a MUIR
der. Not at first. that is
! An older boy was asked about the sud
| den gathering of the clan.
! Nav" he replied in answer to ques-
! ton. these boys wasn't all hanging
| around here Some of EN- was in the
parks Some OF 'em was down by the
river.
They ran all that distance to get in
Sure" said the boy. There's money
| in extras
Another queer thing was that all these
youngsters were plentifully supplied with
pennies. Ragged youngsters who were
animated symbols of insolvency dug into
| their frayed pockets and produced hand
fuls of change-small change. true, but
enough to enable them to finance fair
bunch of extra papers.
The first batch was ready There was
! a mad rush for precedence. Then a
scampering up the street and a wild howl
from dozen different directions, a
peripatetic yell. elusive and continuous.
| Ihere is singular lack of venera-
ton for great events on the part of
the newsboy. Possibly he is surfeited
with news. To him an event is some
thing for which each individual pays
from l to cents Most of the
hewsles confess a weakness for the
sporting pages. Beyond that their in
terest in world happenings-there are
exceptions, of course--is nominal.
| Hence the rather lurid descriptions
of the news.
"WuXtra" bawled a bright young
man as he came charging up the Ave
nue.. "W-w-w -uxtra, New Pope wins
in walk"
He had learned that formula several
years ago when he sold extras an
nouncing the election of Woodrow
Wilson.
Even worse was the shout of a youth
that there had been a landslide-a sin
the meeting of the college of cardinals
man inquired what the news was.
ran by. Had the boy stopped the
crafty individual probably would not
have purchased. AS the boy kept on
unsatisfied curiosity predominated-
and the crafty man bought.
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are they?'
Henry eyed her resentfully. She was
deliberately making fun of him. "Ordi-
| narily.' he began. We'll, these are a
choice brand About so cents apiece
She had pulled out small oliver vanity
case. Now she looked angrily at him.
why, that's outrageous Common cher
ries!'
You didn't ask the price! And you
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The Yachting Accident.

From the Philadelphia Record
First Seaside Bore-I can remember
hearing strange. gurgling sound; then
I suddenly saw before me huge mass
of foam-and do you know what l did?
Second Seaside Bore-Yes, old top;
you let the foam settle a bit, and then
had a good swig.
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Patience-They were married at high
noon, | believe.
Patrice-Yes.
Patience-Are they getting on nicely?
Patrice-No: I believe she is not pleas
ed, because he doesn't get home some
time until high midnight-Yonkers
Statesman.
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as the young man swung out-"don't you
act foolish, Henry. Now, put that gun
back!
Henry paid no attention. but went ION
with the gun on his shoulder. His
square-chinned, tanned face was deter
mined. For years he had endured the
poaching of these swarms of city people,
who seemed to think that they had a
perfect right to all their greedy fingers
could reach. Now he was through.
1t was about 4 O'Clock, the hour when
summer resorters are most predatory. He
was sure to find one somewhere. He cut
through the peach orchard, which did not
yet offer temptation. the peaches being
merely green pebbles, but his lips tight