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Mr.. Martin smiled at that, and Paul
earnestly continued:
@Now listen, Mr. Martin. You know
we have an awful lot of people who come
in here and go away without buying car.
WE'LL they're the ones | want to handle
Give me job as salesman-on a COM
mission bass-and then turn all the hard
nuts over to me. After everybody else
has given them up, let me have try!'
Mr.. Martin looked at his watch.
"I'm going to Detroit on the four
o'clock train and can't talk any more now.
shall be back on Saturday. Doyou think
that will give you time to show results?'
"Plenty!" cried Paul. "But first want
an order on the Service Station to rig up
working model to show to my customers.
l know exactly what | want, and it won't
take you minute to write the order.
And then, if you'll tell Mr.. Guntor to turn
all the hard nuts over to me-
MR.. .GUNTER was the head salesman of
the Imperial Company-a handsome,
striking figure with dropping mustache,
who looked like matinee idol and was
sometimes called the Great Guntcr be-
cause of the volume of his sales.
"Mr. Guntcr," said Mr.. Martin, cali
ing him in, "this young man has an
idea he can sell cars. think we may as
we'll humor him little and see If he can
get results. So, until further notice, when
ever you have prospect who is walking
out cold, want you to introduce him to
our young friend here. Please instruct
the other statesmen accordingly
"And this young man will do the rest?'
asked the Great Gunter, with patroniz-
ing smile behind his dropping mustache.
"You'll soon see, said Paul, his color
rising little.
His first chance camo the next morn.
ing. Mr.. Gunter had been working on
a prospect for more than half an hour
hard-faced business man who talked in
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the Service StatlOn-a mlddle-aged man
with a high forehead-he probably had
a premonition of victory. In any event,
he made his demonstration with such
enthusiasm that in less than fifteen min
utes he was back at the sales-room, and
the order was grudgingly 0. KID by Mr..
Gunter.
AT the end of the week Paul had sold four
- machines. The Great Gunter himself,
suffering from an off week, had sold only six.
Mr.. Martin returned from Detroit
on Saturday morning, and Mr.. Gun
ter followed him into his private office.
When the head salesman came out, Mr..
Martin sent for Paul. -
"Well, son. he began, "what have you
done for yourself this week.
"Sold four machines!'
"M-m-m. Maybe so. Mr.. Gunter
claims commission on one Of those sales.
He says the man would have come back
anyhow
aNo, sirs exclaimed Paul. "He was
going out cold Any of the statesmen will
tell you! Why, Mr. Gunter only intro
duced him to me as sort Of joke
wen forget tnat, Salu hr. MaTtlu.
"I want to see this model that you've got
at the Service Station.
Paul jumped for his hat, and few min
utes later he was showing his demonstrate
ing car to Mr.. Martin. The top of the en-
CINE had been removed, showing the pistons
and the valves. The front Of the crank
shaft was coupled to an electric motor,
and when Paul threw the switch the
crank-shaft turned, the pistons rose and
fell, the valves opened and shut, and the
engine went through its regular performs
ance in full view. But the crowning
point of the demonstration was the ar
rangcment of the spark-plugs. These had
been mounted in place with wire, and,
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3Great work!" exclaimed Mr.. Martin,
aHow did you get the idea?n
"Trying to think of something human,'
said Paul. aWhat l mean is this.n he
hastily added. ave often noticed how
men like to watch machinery going round
its human nature, l suppose, or they
wouldn't all be that way. And, because
this was a new idea, it took hold good and
hard. Then, you see, have the back
wheels lacked up. II man comes in
with his wife, I'm nearly sure to get them.
| let him spin the back wheels with his
hands, and then put the lady in the seat
and show her how to step on the brake.
Then | let her husband try to turn the
back wheels while she applies the brakes.
1T tickles 'em both, Somehow sort OF
tug OF war, l guess. And after they've
tried that a few times, and have had
another look at the engine, and seen the
sparks, and listened to my demonstration
why, Mr.. Martin, it's just as easy!"
"a great idea!' repeated Mr.. Martin
thoughtfully. 4I'm going to take this
model and put it in the Broadway window
II don't know what Mr.. Gunter will
think about it," smiled Paul. aHe calls
it baby trick, and"
4Son, don't you worry about Mr..
Gunter. I'm afraid he's going to leave
us after I've had another talk with him..
Look here. How'd you like to have his
job? Try it for month, and then, if you
make good-well, there you are: five
thousand year and commissions. Do
you think you can hold it DOWN.
Paul silently shook Enthusiastically be-
cause he couldn't trust himself to speak
just then. But when he had swallowed
hard few times he said: aI'll 20 right
down and find a machinist. I'd like to get
this car moved over as soon as can, be-
cause | want to run up to Massachusetts
over Sunday"
NEXT morning at half past nine, Paul
got off the train at East Hampton
and inquired the way to Mrs. Spencer's.
AS he drew near, he saw his two children
playing in the grass at the back of the
house. He called them, and they ran up
the pleasant road to meet him, crying
shrilly with excitement. Margaret looked
out of the back door to see what they
were shouting about, and the next mo-
ment she too had joined the charge,
her arms twined around his neck.
Madam" said Paul, speaking with a.
much dignity as he could find in the
circumstances, 4do you know whom you
are hugging in this public manner?n
4Why, no." she cried, laughing and
crying together. a always run out this
way when l see strange man!'
Madam said Paul, ayou are hugging
the future sales manager of the Imperial
Car Company. And if his income isn't
fifteen thousand dollars next year, l shall
divorce you and marry an older and uglier
woman9
4Oh, Paul!' she gasped. as it true?'
aSure, he said. @The Little Wonders
going to college, after all. But let's go in.
I've got present for you in my valise.
How's your aunt?'
"Oh, PAUL." gasped Margaret, again.
"I-I never thought you'd come-this
way. I-l-Mrs. Spencer isn't my aunt
she desperately added. 3I-I'm working
here
This time it was Paul's turn to gasp.
working here?'
4Don't-don't be angry, Paul. But
when saw how fast you were tied, l adj
vertised in the paper-and I'm working
here for my board and the children's-so
n x1 \
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grunts and showed as much
enthusiasm as a paving block
on a wet, wintry day.
Before you co." said Mr..
Gunter, when this difficult
customer began edging to-
ward the door, II want to
introduce you to our Mr..
Manion. You'll enjoy him
immensely. We all do. Oh,
Mr.. Manion, this is Mr..
Barker. Don't you want to
see if you can interest him in
the Imperial carp
Whereupon the Great Gun
ter retired.
Meanwhile Paul was shak-
ing hands with the chilly Mr..
Barker.
"l've got something to
show you over at the Service
Station" he whispered. at
won't take a minute, and it's
well worth SEEING
They left the sales-room
together, and nearly an hour
later Paul came back alone,
hoarse and unhappy.
"Sell him. asked Gunter.
"No, SIR" said Paul, and
again he colored a little.
@He was too much for me.
AT this the Great Gunter
and the other salesmen
laughed with rare delight.
"My boy, said Mr.. Gunter,
stroking his dropping mus
tache, swhen you've lived
a little longer you'll know
q little more.
Whereat the other sales
men laughed again, and be-
came quite eager to find
other hard nuts for Paul to
crack.
"Never mind,r thought the
latter, when he had cooled
off. "I got a lot Of practice
out of that old bird, and |
can't expect to sell a car to
every man | tackle. If | sell
only one a week it's twenty
five dollars for little Paul,
and that's more money than
I've ever made yet
In his second attempt he
" unsuccessful. But when
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face. He ducked, swung up
his guard like lightning, and
was saved from death by a
miracle. That blow would
have killed him. He knew it.
Brokaw's huge fist landed
against the side Of his head
and grazed off like a bullet
that had struck the slanting
surface of q rock. Yet the
force Of it was sufficient to
send him crashing back
against the bars--and dom.
Inthat momenthe thanked
God for Brokaw's slow
ness. He had a clear recol-
lection afterward Of almost
having spoken the words as
he lay dazed and helpless
for an infinitesimal space of
time. He expected Brokaw
to end it there. But Bro
kaw stood hopping the
blood from his face, as if
partly blinded by it, while
from beyond the cage there
came a swiftly growing rum
BILE of voices that ended in
u shouting Of triumph
white mems shouting.
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was that tenth Of a second too late. A
cleaning shaft, she had passed between
the bars; and tumult Of Mortified voices
rose suddenly above the roar of battle as
the girl sprang at the beasts with her
bare hands.
Her voice came to David in a scream:
aTara-Tara-Tara!"
His brain reeled when he saw her down
-down!-with her little fists pummeling
at a great, shaggy head; and in him was
the sickening weakness of drunken man
as he squeezed through that eighteen-inch
aperture and almost fell at her side. He
did not know that he had drawn his auto
matte; he scarcely realized that, as fast
as his finger could press the trigger, he
was firing shot after shot, with the muzzle
of his pistol so close to the head of Tara's
enemy that the reports of the weapon
were deadened as by thick blanket. 1t
was heavy gun. A stream of lead burned
its way into the grizzly's brain-eleven
shots.
When he stood up he had the girl close
in his arms. The clasp of his hands
against her warm flesh cleared his head;
and while Tara was rending at the throat
of his dying foe, David flung about her
the light jacket he wore and drew her
swiftly out of the cage.
go to your room," he said. tiara is
safe. will see that no harm comes to
him now
The Gordon of men separated for them
as he led her through. The crowd was so
silent that they could hear Taras low
throat-growling. And then, breaking that
silence in savage cry, came Brokaw's
voice:
"Stop!"
He faced them, huge, terrible, quivering
with rage. A step behind him was Hauck.
There was no longer in his face an effort
to conceal his murderous intentions. And
close behind Hauck there gathered his
white-faced whiskey-mongers, like pack
of wolves waiting for a lead-cry. David
expected that cry to come from Brokaw.
The girl expected it, and chung to
David's shoulders, her blood,ess face
turned to the danger.
TT was Brokaw who gave the signal to
the men.
aClear out the cage!' he beloved.
@This spy has killed my bear, and he's
got to fight me! Clear out the cage!"
He thrust his head and bull-like Shout
ders forward until his foul, hot breath
touched their faces. His red neck was
swollen with the passion of jealousy and
hatred.
Sand in that fght-I'm going to kill
you'll" he Kissed.
1t was Hauck who put his hands on the
girl.
$50 with him." whispered David, as
her arms frightened about his shoulders.
aYou must 60 with him, Marge-if am
to have a chance!"
Her face was against him. She was
talking low, swiftly, for his ears alone
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with Hauck already beginning to pull her
away:
al will go to the house. When you see
me at that window, fall on your face. |
have rife. will shoot him dead
from the window"
Perhaps Hauck heard. David WON
dered, as he caught the glitter in his eyes
when he drew the girl away. He heard
the crash of the big gate to the cage, and
Tara ambled out and took his way slowly
and haltingly toward the edge of the for
est. When he saw the girl again, he was
standing in the center of the cage, his
feet in the pool of bears blood. She was
struggling with Hauck, struggling to break
from him and get to the house. And now
he knew that Hauck had heard, and that
he would hold her there, and that her
eyes would be on him when Brokaw killed
him. For he knew that Brokaw would
fight to kill. 1t would not be square
fight; it would be murder-if the chance
came Brokaw's way.
The thought did not brighten him. He
was growing strangely calm. He realized
the advantage Of being unencumbered,
and he stripped off his shirt and frightened
his belt. And then Brokaw entered. The
giant had stripped himself to the waist,
and he stood for a moment looking at
David, monster with the lust of murder
red in his eyes. 1t was frightfully unequal
this combat. David felt it,-he was
blind if he did not see it,-and yet he was
still unafraid. A great silence fell. Cut
ting it like knife came the girls voice:
"Sakewawin-Sakewa
A british growl rose out of Brokaw's
chest. He had heard that cry, and it
stung him like an asp.
Tonight she will be with me- he
tainted David, and lowered his head for
battle.
DAVID no longer saw the horde Of faces
- beyond the thick bars of the cage.
His last glance, shot past the lowered head
and Aulking shoulders of his giant adver-
sary, went to the girl. He noticed that
she had ceased her struggling and was
looking toward him. After that his eyes
never left Brokaw's face. He had not
realized that Brokaw was so powerful.
Sizing him up in that moment before
the first rush, he now saw that his one
hope was to keep Brokaw from using his
enormous strength at close quarters. A
clinch would be fatal; in Brokaw's arms
he would be helpless. He was conscious
of an unpleasant thrill as he thought
how easy it would be for the other to
break his back, or snap his neck, if he
gave him the opportunity. Science! What
would it avail him here, pitted against
this mountain Of flesh and bone, that
looked as if it might stand the beating
of clubs without being conquered?
His first blow restored his confidence.
Brokaw rushed. 1t was an easy attack
to evade, and David's arm shot out and
his fist landed against Brokaw's head with
sound that was like the crack of whip.
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OF horror by what she saw.
David did not follow her
eyes. He heard the growl
and roar and clashing jaws
of the fighting beasts. They
were down again; one Of the
six-inch trees that formed
the bars Of the cage snapped
like a walking-stick as their
great bodies lurched against
it; the earth shook, the very
air seemed a-tremble with
the terrific force of the
struggle. And only the girl
was looking at that struggle
every eye was on her
now. David sprang sud-
denly forth from the circle
of men, calling her name.
TEN PAGES separated them;
: half that distance lay be-
tween the girl and the cage.
With the swiftness of an
arrow sprung from the bow,
she had leaped into life and
crossed that space. The
loss Of a tenth part Of a
second, and David would
have been at her side. He
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blood, and out OF the throat of Brokaw's
bear there rolled rumbling, snarling roar
that was like the deep-chested below of
an angry bull. With that roar they came
together again, Tara waiting stolidly and
with painting sides for the rush Of his
enemy.
1t was hard for David to see what was
happening in that twisting contortion Of
huge bodies; but as they rolled heavily
to one side he saw great red pool of
blood where they had lain.
A HAND fell on his shoulder. He
looked round. Brokaw was leering at
him.
@Great scrap, eh?'
There was look in his red face that
revealed the pitiless savagery of cat.
Davids clenched hand was as hard as
iron and his brain was filed with wild
desire to strike. He fought to hold him
self in.
aWhere is-the grip" he demanded.
Brokaws face revealed his hatred now,
the haunting triumph Of his power over
this spy. He barred his yellow teeth in an
exultant grin.
aTricked her." he snarled. aTricked
her-like you tricked me! Got the Indian
woman to steal her clothes, an she's up
there in her room. And she won't have
any clothes until say so, for she's mine
body and soul"
David's clenched hand shot out, and in
his blow was not alone the cumulative
force of all his years of training, but also
of the one great impulse he had ever had
to kill. In that instant he wanted to
strike a man dead-a red-visaged mon
ster, a fiend! His blow sent Brokaw's
huge body Keeling backward, his head
twisted as if his neck had been broken.
He had no time to see what happened
after that blow. He did not see Bro
kaw fall. A piercing Interruption
scream that startled every drop of blood
in his body-turned him toward the
cage.
Ten PAGES from him, standing at the
inner edge of that astounded and petrified
circle of men, was the girl. Her white
arms cleaned bare, her shoulders were
bare, her slim body was naked to the
waist, about which she had drawn tightly
AS il in wild panic Of haste-an old
ragged skirt. 1t was the Indian woman's
skirt. He caught the glitter Of beads on
it, and for moment he stared with the
others, unable to move or cry out her
name.
Then a breath Of wind flung back her
hair, and he saw her face, the color Of
marble. She was like piece of glistening
statuary, without a culver Of life that his
eyes could see, without a movement, with
out breath. Only her hair moved,
stirred by the air, flooded by the sun,
floating about her shoulders in lucent
cloud Of red and gold fires. And out Of
this she was staring at the cage, stunned
into q lifeless and unbreathing posture
of horror by what she saw.
David did not follow her
eyes. He heard the growl
and roar and clashing jaws
of the fighting beasts. They
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Hauck would have gone down under that
blow like a log. Brokaw staggered. Even
he realized that this was science-the skill
of the game-and he was grinning as he
advanced again. He could stand hum
dred blows like that-a grim and ferocious
Achilles with but one vulnerable point,
the end of the jaw.
David waited and watched for his OPP
portunity as he gave ground slowly.
Twice he circled about the blood-spat-
tered arena, Brokaw following him with
leisurely sureness, and yet delaying his
attack as il in that steady retreat of his
victim he saw torture too satisfying to
put an end to at once. David measured
his carelessness, the slow, almost I'M
guarded movement of his great body, his
unpreparedness for coup de mainland
like flash he launched himself forward
with all the weight of his body behind his
effort.
1t missed the others jaw by two inches,
that catapultic blow-striking him full in
the mouth, breaking his yellow teeth, and
smashing his thick lips so that the blood
sprang out in spray over his hairy chest;
and as his head rocked backward David
followed with swift left, and second
time missed the jaw with his right-but
drenched his clenched fist in blood. Out
Of Brokaw there came cry that was like
the roar of beast; and in an instant he
found himself battling, not for victory,
not for that opportunity he twice had
missed, but for his very life.
Against that rushing bulk, enraged al
most to madness, the ingenuity of his
training alone saved him from immediate
extinction. How many times he struck
in the hundred and twenty seconds fol-
lowing his blow to Brokaw's mouth he
could never have told. His hands were
red with Brokaw's. blood. 1t was like
striking at a monstrous thing without the
sense Of hurt, fiend that had no brain
that blows could sicken, body that was
not body, but an enormity that had
strangely taken human form. Brokaw
had struck him once-only once in those
two minutes. But blows were not what
he feared now. He was beating himself
to pieces, literally beating himself to
pieces, as a ship might have hammered
itself against a reef, and fighting with
every breath to keep himself out of the
fatal clinch. His efforts were costing him
more than they were costing his antago-
mist. Twice he had reached his jaw; twice
Brokaw's head had rocked back on his
shoulders-and then he was there again,
closing in on him, grinning, unconquer-
able.
WAS there no fairness out there beyond
the bars of the cage? Were they all
like the man he was fghting-devils?
An intermission, only half minute,
enough to give him chance
The slow, invincible beast he was ham.
mering almost had him as his thoughts
wandered. He only half Tended the
sledgelike blow that came straight for his
face. He ducked, swung up
his guard like lightning, and
was saved from death by
miracle. That blow would
- have killed him. He knew it.
Brokaw's huge fist landed
against the side of his head
and grazed off like a bullet
that had struck the slanting
surface of rock. Yet the
The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1916-07-28
DROWNING AT BOMOSEEN
Fourteen-Year-Old New York Girl
Victim Of Cramps.

Lake Bomoseen, July 27.--Jessie
Brown. li-yearold daughter of Mr..
and Mrs. a. Brown of No. Ill Madi-
son avenue, New York city. was
drowned in four feet of water shortly
before o'clock this afternoon while
IN bathing near the float bridge, this
being the first drowning accident at
the lake this season. The girl was
taken with cramps and in her strug
giles she gasped one of her compan-
ions. girl OF her own age, dragging
her beneath the water The latter,
however. managed to break loose and
made her way To shore.
Fred Bergman OF New York. u
boarded at Ponds boarding house,
who was some distance away, was at.
tracted by the girls cries and hurried
To the spot Ii was nearly half an
hour, however. before the body was
recovered and by this time life was
extinct.
Or Nichols of Philmont, N. Y, n
boarded at Ponds boarding house,
the lake. was summoned and worked
over the child for some time. DR.. L.
II. Seeley OF Castle;on arrived within
short time with a pulmotor and this
was used but WITHOUT effect.
The child came to the lake n few
days ago with Mrs. Reichhard and
two daughters of New York and they
were boarding at Seymour Hurlburt's
on the east side Of the lake near the
float bridge.
The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1916-07-28
WAolNG BRoWN-TAlL WAR
Government Inspector Carefully Ex
amines Incoming Trains.

ST. Johnsbury, July 2S.-Anyone
boarding one of the night trains go
ing north or south and especially
those arriving from Portland over the
Maine Central tracks might notice
man closely examining the cars in
side and out and looking in the folds
ol canvas between the cars and also
around the lights and headlight OF the
engine and wonder what he was do
u'.
4 query would elicit the informa-
tion that he was a government inspec.
tor in division of the United States
forestry department engaged in look
ing for moths of the browntail and
gypsy variety. The brown moth lays
the eggs from which the common tent
caterpillar matches that does so much
to the foliage. There are certain
districts through which the trains
pass that are more or less affected by
the brown moth. while there are other
sections TO the north and south that
are free from this pest so these men
are engaged in preventing the spread
OF this insect from one locality to an
other The lights of the train attract
the moths and il makes dangerous
medium for the spread of the moth to
sections that are free from the pest.
As has been said the eggs Of the
brown moth are those from which the
destructive tent caterpillar hatch.
The moths are nocturnal and are 10
be found flying at night during the
greater part OF July. The females de-
post the eggs upon twigs OF trees and
soon die. The eggs remain unmatched
until the following spring. although
the caterpillar is fully formed within
the she'll before winter.
The eggs hatch in the early spring
as soon as the earliest leaves begin
TO expand. The American tent cater
pillar feeds normally on the leaves OF
apples and cherry trees, while the
forest tent caterpillar which is close
~ related. feeds on maple and other
vegetation The full grown caterpil'
lar usually crawls beneath loose
board or under the loose bark OF a
tree where it prepares n safe place
for the next stage OF existence, which
Is the cocoon stage, from which II
emerges the brown-tail or brown
| moth. which the government Is max
ing efforts to eXterminate.